[Chorus: Rayy Dubb]
I'm tryna run me up a check but n***as get mad
Tryna run me up a bag but n***as get mad
Broken heart so my shit can only get bad
Heard my n***a say he know me, that's just so sad
You know I'm on it, want it
You know I'm full of that dumb shit
Come get your bitch 'cause she horny
But I would not lead you, I would not lead you on

[Verse 1: Rayy Dubb]
Bitch you gotta go
I told you three or four times that I'm in the studio
My n***as right behind me, they gon' up with that pole
But nah instead you probably think I want another ho
I reversed the beat, I had to fuckin' switch the flow
Light his body up and watch him drop to the floor
I swear I never ever really seen this shit before
I'm on another level but my fame is cutthroat, ayy
If them boys come after me
Swear to God it's gon' be a murder scene
Nah bitch, I ain't even missin' with a beam
I ain't even missin' with a beam
You know if them boys come after me
I swear to God it's gon' be a murder scene
And nah bitch, I ain't even missin' with beam
Nah, I ain't even missin' with beam, ayy

[Chorus: Rayy Dubb]
I'm tryna run me up a check but n***as get mad
Tryna run me up a bag but n***as get mad
Broken heart so my shit can only get bad
Heard my n***a say he know me, that's just so sad
You know I'm on it, want it
You know I'm full of that dumb shit
Come get your bitch 'cause she horny
But I would not lead you, I would not lead you on

[Verse 2: Jay Million]
Them bitches, they'll trick you for they love
I'm not a nice guy, baby girl I'm a thug
I ran up them bands just from playin' in the slums
It drizzle through the hood, bitch I'm livin' in the storm
Project livin' baby, in the coupe goin' crazy
It be sunny out so she say I'm actin' shady
She my side bitch but she not my old lady
We want all the smoke, tell them fuck n***as pay me
I'ma get them bands and I'ma split it with my bro
You be on that hate shit, you be actin' like a ho
Rayy Dubb, that my brother, if you diss him we on go
Knock you out your flesh and turn you to a shadow
I just want that money, fuck the fame, fuck the clout
N***as actin' clumsy, they be trippin', fallin' out
I just want that money, fuck the fame, fuck the clout
N***as actin' clumsy, they be trippin', fallin' out
[Chorus: Rayy Dubb]
I'm tryna run me up a check but n***as get mad
Tryna run me up a bag but n***as get mad
Broken heart so my shit can only get bad
Heard my n***a say he know me, that's just so sad
You know I'm on it, want it
You know I'm full of that dumb shit
Come get your bitch 'cause she horny
But I would not lead you, I would not lead you on