[Intro]
Ayy, ayy (bitch)
(check it out)

[Chorus]
Get up off ya ass, get your money like you 'posed to
(like you 'posed to, n***a, like you 'posed to)
I can't trust no bitch, she out here doin' what she 'posed to
(what she 'posed to, n***a, what she 'posed to)
I'm just out here gettin' money, like I'm 'posed to (bitch)
Ridin' with it on my lap, fuck a holster
Get up off ya ass, get your money like you 'posed to
I ain't worried bout no bitch, she doin' what she 'posed to
I ain't worried bout no bitch, she doin' what she 'posed to
I ain't worried bout no bitch, she doin' what she 'posеd to
Get up off ya ass, n***a, uh, uh, uh
Get up off ya ass, get your monеy like you 'posed to
Ayy

[Verse]
Racks to the ceilin'
I got a lot of hoes, deep in they feelings
I love crazy bitches, but I think I need healin'
If I pop this xan, baby girl, I'm gon' forget it
Where your faves at?, n***as burnt down, missin'
Bitch I'm gettin' money now, I ain't reminiscin'
I said "fuck this industry, these n***as out here bitches"
I been with the troops, I ain't really tryna fit in
[Chorus]
Get up off ya ass, get your money like you 'posed to
(like you 'posed to, n***a, like you 'posed to)
I can't trust no bitch, she out here doin' what she 'posed to
(what she 'posed to, doin' what she 'posed to)
Get up off ya ass, get your money like you 'posed to
(like you 'posed to, n***a, like you 'posed to)
I can't trust no bitch, she out here doin' what she 'posed to