A thousand P’s in Cali waiting on me
Ain’t nobody finna ride for me I’ma drive myself
Asking me for help you need to help yourself
Damn she bad I gotta touch her
Damn she bad I gotta f** her I can’t help myself
Supersonic future thugger thugger sellin all the smoke
Pablo Escobar Boston George sellin’ all the dope
Hunt you down like a lion in the jungle do an antelope
Ride with the automatic [?]
Tryin’ to put a [?] on my gucci belt
Tryna let my boy suicide you might as well shoot yourself
I [?] through a [?]
Like a gas burnin’
She gon’ let me hear for certain
I got peas in the blessed suburban
Louis V bad put it on the turban
[?]
Beef with me play with your life boy
[Verse 1: BCShooter]
See I [?]
Count up the money for n***a who [?]
And these n***as be hatin’ I can see it in their face
So I cut down the pace and flooded their estate
So I load the choppa right now
If a n***a want it I’ma shoot the n***a in the face
I know these n***as out here talkin’ about a n***a
Everyone out her be so damn fake
I wear the Balenciaga with the Gucci belt and Ferragamo yesterday
We know a couple plug with a couple trucks
I got a puertorican b**h who daddy was a plug
[?]
[?]
[?]
[?]
I’m gonna put it in a n***a face
[Chorus]
Yeah
I’m just gonna keep it cool with you
f** all that I went to school with you
I ain’t seen you in a long time I gotta treat you like a new n***a
I only f** with a few n***as
Yeah
[Verse 2: Money Man]
Shoot your man beside the leg and watch him hide for cover
I got green and white just like the Boston color
Plants growin’ I’m talking [?] and [?]
100 peas stuffed inside a f**in’ minivan
n***a why the f** you holdin’ out your hand
You need to go and learn to be a f**in’ man
I touch it once and that sh** leakin’ like a broken faucet
[?]
I guess it’s safe to say that I’m the hottest
I ain’t perfect n***a I’m a work in progress
Gotta keep it cool with my baby mama I’ma take us out
Different flavors I got different options
They like damn Money Man you really growin’
They like damn Money Man another tape boy you really focused
These Buscemi shoes are barely gettin’ noticed
I’ma hit the gas and UFO it
Your weed quit that sh** tippy toein’
I almost broke my shoulder trying to shoot the can
In the growhouse mansion out in East Atlanta
She just drop her panties I just added minutes
Talking to the plug dialect in Spanish
[Chorus]
Yeah
I’m just gonna keep it cool with you
f** all that I went to school with you
I ain’t seen you in a long time I gotta treat you like a new n***a
I only f** with a few n***as
Yeah