[Verse 1: Quilly]
At this point, I'm James Brown, bitches love my soul
I ain't gotta chill now, I just fuck and roll
Far as bread, bitches know I got the Keiser roll
When you on fire, bitches stop, drop and roll
Bitch, I got 50 grand in a rubberband
I'll take you from your mom crib to the motherland
I'm cooking coke, baggin' coke with the other hand
I got that white girl; Alice & Wonderland
5 grand for the feature, I'm the hustle man
You want some adlibs, I'ma need another grand
The crystal meth and the butter tan
The percs 30, the tech red; Method Man
You street fightin', this ain't Tekken man
I know n***as and I still brought my weapon man
On God, you would die, it'll never jam
Quilly Hurricane Swartz, I'm the weatherman
Ooouuu, you the weatherman?
So what you do? You make it rain like the weatherman?
Nah, fuck that, I'm all about my cheddar man