[Verse 1: Big Bank]
Been had it, ain’t bragging
We gettin’ money like Meech now
I’m having more power than politics
Fifty k**ers in each town
Can’t even remember my first b**h
Got turnt out by my first lick
Man I got all my same partners
I love my n***as, I’ll never cross ‘em
Whoever shot at Bank shouldn’t have did that
I’ma send some shots where your kids at
Big Bank came out the womb with it
See these pussies, got my bloom ready
Just bought a 30 for my 40 hundred round
For my choppers, tell a p**y n***a go’n get ready
Strapped up right now, 40 in the booth with me
I ain’t even trusting my engineer
Might say ‘voila’, make a n***a disappear
My granny always told me can’t live by fear
If a n***a want smoke, this sh** right here
You really want smoke, this sh** right here
Keep throwing rocks and hide your hand
Get your wrist chopped
Keep hiding, p**y n***a get your b**h [?]
Getting [?], Big Bank like you 2Pac
Slime sh**, you was [?] how the crew rock
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I get involved so deeply
I can’t even get one of my feet out
Boy that sh** thicker than gator mud
She go to sleep and I creep out
I got them birds and them becks out
s** on my dog with his leash out
60k to get my teeth out
I got some kush, pull the leaf out
Couple bad b**hes, we ready for ‘em
My Rolex gold, I’m a leprechaun
That sh** ain’t right, that b**h stepping on
Got on ice, no pneumonia
Came up on the corner
I came up I’m so honoured
Another level
70k for the show, check the schedule
Hear ‘em f**ed up lil b**h, what it cost?
Least gotta get a hundred P’s
n***a a hundred P’s I got to get ‘em
I’m in the kitchen whipping up the babies
Now my n***as and my b**hes probably with ’em
Nautical boat, riding with these choppers b**h
Balenciaga’s b**h
I’m allergic to seafood
These little shrimps need to stop it b**h
Yeah n***a aquafina
And my boy got lots of ninas
All my Rolex’s iced out, penguins
Make these b**hes s** up all the semens
We on go, n***a stop it
Swear I’ma hit like Stojaković
My n***a put one in your dome with me
We do it without using phones either
My b**h so wet like she came off a boat
And these n***as know I do genometry
Call my bumble, babies squeeze me like sandwiches
Put the whole dick up in her, she handle me
I’ma take this b**h as far as it go
f** around and you get found with the blow
Showed a b**h a million K like I know
And if she try to take it she got to go
[Hook: Trouble]
Can’t get involved too deeply
Can’t set myself up for letdowns
Get on them bars, get sleepy
Grab a lil b**h and go lay her down
Can’t even remember my weekend
Barely can get up the next day
All I know that I stay getting paid
Chain on the floor while my Michael Jays
Couple lil b**hes was ready
Chopper on side of me ready
One in the head, that b**h ready
Did you not think I was ready?
I just told Ray this sh** ready
Got to go’n push it on out to the block
Got to go’n push it on out to the street
Whatever, do it heavy, young n***a be ready
[Verse 3: Trouble]
We be like b**h I gotta get 100 P’s
A hundred P’s, I got to get ‘em
Give a f** with my n***as then I dig ‘em
One Uber ride, [?] n***a riding with ‘em
24 7, riding with this chopper b**h
Riding with this chopper, yeah
We can afford some problems, yeah
I can afford some problems
Be the one, I’ll lay it down
Bad b**hes, I just lay ‘em down
No emotions, I can’t play around
Pop was gone, I made my way around
Through the city, money got to get it
Francis was out shooting dice with me
My b**h she wanted me home with her
Texting and talking on phones with her
I f** with you but the way a n***a f** with you
Make it seem like I don’t f** with you
I don’t hit your phone all the time
You say it make you feel like you ain’t on my mind
How the f** is you ain’t on my mind
When I just went and helped you go and flip a dime
Why the f** is these b**hes ungrateful
Must be doin’ some’ under the table
[Verse 4: Young Dolph]
All of my n***as they ready
Y’all some p**ys, you scary
All on the internet telling
Tryna have a real n***a jailing
The sh** ‘round my neck so heavy
I’ma keep drippin’ sauce spaghetti
Oh that why they mad huh
Don’t like how I sag huh
Pockets full of cash huh
Hit your b**h from the back huh
Skeeted in her face yeah
I know that you hate that
I’m sorry, I can’t take it back
Real n***as they relate to that
Any n***a that record when it’s time for gangster sh**
He the police
And I f**ed your boss man’s baby mama
Same hotel for four weeks
Never sent a lil boy to take care of grown man business
If I was you I’d be mad at me too so I ain’t trippin’
Ridin’ solo in a drop top through the city
Hah, it’s Dolph