[Verse 1: Ramirez]
Catch me swervin' in a Benz, stackin' up my ends
If you ain't talkin' 'bout no profits, then there's no way Rami comprehend
Watch the Daytons spin, whitewall huggin' rims
Pussy n***as pocket watchin' under 'scopic lens
I keep my foot up on the gas when I'm mobbin', pick up some bread from Stockton
Sucka ducka, ho watchin', pimpin' 'til the day I reach my coffin
You hear me knockin', pickin' up on what this playa's droppin'
Money stackin' up, it's just beginnin' and it's never stoppin'
My time is money so, bitch, you better be clear
Got dollars bangin' my line, so don't you bring me no bullshit
Rami thuggin' and puffin' up on a zip
I'm ballin' like Joe Montana, comin' straight from out the Candlestick

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[Verse 2: Soulzay]
Bitch, I ain't your friend, all I need is dead presidents
Stackin' еvery dollar that I get is very еvident
I'm only movin' if I'm knowin' money is involved
I'm paper tall, so it keeps most of my problems solved
I want it all, I'm high though, Zay could never fall
Underground legend like Lil Flip, that's the way we ball
Me and Rami gettin' to the bag, I know they pockets empty
Keep some packs in my stash, bread, yeah, I'm gettin' plenty
All cash for me, ho, I don't do the Zelle
Flip the dirty money clean, stay low as hell
Hustle in my blood, not a hatin' bone in my body
Smoke that in my '84 'Lac, fuck a Bugatti