Pull out my garage in some shit you drive on Need for Speed (yeah yeah)
You can’t eat with me if you ain’t hungry (nah)
I’m tripple blessed, so today I’m rockin’ a jesus piece (yeah yeah)
Sold a lot of dope, I do it for the dope boys (for real)
I used to go to sleep hungry, didn’t have shit to eat (remember that?)
Go and get a sack young nigga, and be all you can be (uh-huh)
[Chorus]
The feds in the hood (whoa)
She told me that she wanna smoke a blunt and fuck to my music (yeah)
I smoke too much weed, it’s reekin’ out my pores (strong)
Money on the floor (floor), chopper by the door (whoa)

Lil bitty waist (woo), but she got ass galore
Then go pay my tithes on Sunday (thank you God)
Smashin’ from the back, her face on the headboard
Smashin’ from the back, her face on the headboard
I might stop pimpin’ one day (yeah)
Smashin’ from the back, her face on the headboard
Don’t you bring that bitch ’round me my nigga, ’cause you might lose her (yeah)
Then she gave me head and told me I should go make a movie, ah
I just count a hundred K and spent it all ’cause I got bored (fuck it)
I’m throwin’ money on Monday (yup)
Yeah, yeah (yup), yeah (yup), yeah (yup)
The feds in the hood, this shit got me paranoid (whoa)
Boy you know I’m about gunplay (yup)
The way I put this shit on me, they be like how do he do it? (hah)
I spent two hundred stacks on a coupe with two seats (uh-huh)
Yeah (yup), yeah (yup), yeah (yup), yeah (yup)
Money on the floor (floor), chopper by the door (whoa)
I just count a hundred K and spent it all ’cause I got bored (fuck it)
I smoke too much weed, it’s reekin’ out my pores (strong)
Money on the floor (floor), chopper by the door (whoa)
And I heard they taking pictures, let me knock on wood (shit)
[Verse 2]
I cut her off, didn’t need no scissors (nah)
Sold a lot of dope, I do it for the dope boys (for real)
I got so high I’m goin’ the wrong way on the fuckin’ one way
I just count a hundred K and spent it all ’cause I got bored (fuck it)
Fur across my back, Balenciagas on my feet (swag)
She graduated with masters but I treat her like a whore (it’s Dolph)
[Chorus]
Lil bitty waist (woo), but she got ass galore
[Verse 1]
Izze The Producer
I hope those folks don’t come and get us
[Intro]
Patek Philippe with residue on it (uh, yeah, yeah)
The feds in the hood, this shit got me paranoid (whoa)
Now I gotta smoke a blunt of weed just to eat
I smoke too much weed, it’s reekin’ out my pores (strong)
So I fucked his sister (yeah yeah)
She graduated with masters but I treat her like a whore (it’s Dolph)
Sold a lot of dope, I do it for the dope boys (for real)
Yeah (yup), yeah, yeah
I gave her a job at my traphouse sackin’ up P’s (trap)
She graduated with masters but I treat her like a whore (it’s Dolph)

Ayy fire that weed up man, ayy
I keep some shit up my sleeve and it always got something to do with money (know that)
The feds in the hood, this shit got me paranoid (whoa)
[Chorus]

I might stop sippin’ one day (damn)
Lil bitty waist (woo), but she got ass galore
Talkin’ ass bitch (shut up)
Nah I don’t like that nigga (fuck ’em)
These diamonds they hit every time I move, don’t it, uh, uh
I got the bitch off the runway (yup)