[Intro]
(The mob is not a business)

[Verse 1: Jeeezy]
Yeah, she gon' throw it back for a real n***a
Say she wanna make me rich, I believe in her
I don't hang around no must, these is trained killers
All I hang around is bad hoes and slut bitches
I just want a lil' pussy, not a lot
She was tryna give it to me, why you block?
Bitches yellin' in my ear, it's shot o'clock
You got a man? We gotta figure somethin' out

[Verse 2: BlueBucksClan DJ]
It ain't Halloween, just got killers in my house (Killers in my house)
I got plays goin', yeah, I'm sendin' them en route (Yeah)
I done slept on floors usin' pillows off the couch (Pillows off the couch)
Coupe smokin' likе the engine goin' out (Enginе goin' out)
All I hang around is takers and drug dealers (Takers and drug dealers)
I ain't finna do no waitin', yeah, I rush bitches (Yeah, I rush bitches)
All these hoes get replaced, yeah, I cut bitches (I cut bitches)
Twenty thousand ones in the club, bitches front flippin' (Bitches front flippin')

[Verse 3: Jeeezy]
We was hungry, we was takin' n***as lunch tickets
You know she fucked a lot of homies and you tongue kissed her
[Verse 4: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Yeah, she know I got her, she ain't gotta bring a crumb with her
Seats on the floor at the game, ain't finna stand

[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]
All I hang around is rich shit and bad hoes
She gon' fuck a big fit, n***a, tad poe
She get extra lit when she see some cash flow
This just what it is, this ain't what we asked for
If she somebody bitch, why she postin' maestros?
Me and brodie skipped shit, I'm ready to crash fours
Everything been locked, we gotta watch that back door, woah, woah

[Verse 5: Bino Rideaux]
Take a jet, fly someone out of space
How you sleep on me, I take my Xans to the face
Play, it ain't nothin', I just be stayin' out the way
That's your name, homie? I damn near ran out of plates
She think I'm hot 'cause she see that fan in the seat
Run up the racket, they gon' get ran in your face
So I'm runnin' your shit, this shit here I ran up today, woah, woah

[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]
All I hang around is rich shit and bad hoes
She gon' fuck a big fit, n***a, tad poe
She get extra lit when she see some cash flow
This just what it is, this ain't what we asked for
If she somebody bitch, why she postin' maestros?
Me and brodie skipped shit, I'm ready to crash fours
Everything been locked, we gotta watch that back door, woah, woah