[Intro]
(Coach me, Joey)
(My n***a Lee, I think we got another one)

[Chorus: Baby Money]
I got blues out the blue jays, and I got OJs like Juiceman
Two hundred pints, I'm the juiceman, grindin' in my new Vans
But they made by Fear of God (Joey)
Ayy, n***a, we only fearin' God, n***as mad that we beat the odds
Yeah, n***as surprised
So look alive, n***as mad that we beat the odds
Yeah, n***as surprised
So look alive

[Verse 1: Peezy]
We done finally beat the odds, n***as act like they surprised
Shit, I done seen with my eyes'd make a grown man cry
Diamonds in the Jesus piece, bitch, I'm only fearin' God
Had to get it how I live, they don't make it on my side
Where the skinny n***as die and big n***as get the bag
Lil' n***a jump out with them big sticks, get out on your ass
On my way back to the city with some shit that I just grabbed
They can take a whole one, but I'ma hit it with a half
Bustdown Rollie on, it cost a chicken and a half
You can do the same shit, instead you sittin' on your ass
If I make the phone call, they gon' be sittin' in your grass
I'll shake this bitch down, you pussy n***as make me mad
Bought my bitch Chanel bag but I had to take it back
I'll backslap your ass, ho, you dealin' with a Mack
Turned a half to a whole one, finna bust it down in packs
You can see the flakes in it when you bust open the wrapper from the trap
[Chorus: Baby Money]
I got blues out the blue jays, and I got OJs like Juiceman
Two hundred pints, I'm the juiceman, grindin' in my new Vans
But they made by Fear of God
Ayy, n***a, we only fearin' God, n***as mad that we beat the odds
Yeah, n***as surprised
So look alive, n***as mad that we beat the odds
Yeah, n***as surprised
So look alive

[Verse 2: Baby Money]
N***as mad 'cause they up, ain't they?
Keep a pistol on us, n***a, we don't never dangle
Got an angel in my palms rockin' Palm Angels
This shit five hundred a bottle, you can smell the fragrance
N***as jumpin' headfirst, tryna be anxious
I can feel a mill' comin', I just be impatient
Your big mouth, small money, that ain't even nothin'
If it ever get that serious, have my n***as take it
My n***a in a wheelchair and he still Crippin'
Dog, I hit ten times and he still killin'
I ain't pack a lunch bag but I'm field trippin'
This Drac' go zero to a hundred, I'm the real Drizzy
I don't even serve that n***a 'cause he feel iffy
When you get some real money, it's gon' feel different
I lost a fifty out the way, I gotta deal with it
But I'ma always bounce back 'cause I'm a real n***a (Easy money)
[Chorus: Baby Money & Coach Joey]
I got blues out the blue jays, and I got OJs like Juiceman
Two hundred pints, I'm the juiceman, grindin' in my new Vans
But they made by Fear of God
Ayy, n***a, we only fearin' God, n***as mad that we beat the odds
Yeah, n***as surprised
So look alive, n***as mad that we beat the odds
Yeah, n***as surprised (Ayy)
So look alive

[Verse 3: Baby Money]
I ain't fearin' no man, bitch, I only fear God
Got them drugs in the trunk, baby girl, look alive
If you knew what I knew, you wouldn't even be surprised
All these n***as livin' lies, they ain't even livin' right
I got a crib in the A and another in the D
You ain't got a place to sleep, why you tryna beef with me?
I can put you on your feet if you come and sign to me
Eighty twenty mile way, it's gon' cost you a fee
Ayy, but I can count a hundred up in this tracksuit
I know your mans not you, so I'ma tax you
I used to have my drugs stashed in the bathroom
Where I'm some parks had dogs in the classrooms
After high school, I had to switch my life up
After shine, I hit Gary, change my ice up
Old n***as soft and crazy, get your wife up
Young n***as talkin' crazy, get your life took