Lord Giveth, Lord Taketh Away Freddie Gibbs & Statik Selektah

[Intro]
I might have to punch in, and shit
Yeah; fo' sho'
(Statik Selektah)
I'll tell you when to start, though
Yeah (Gotta get it, gotta get it, nigga)
Straight gangster shit, nigga
Straight gangster shit, nigga

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Uh, we book niggas for shows
Take all they money and jewelry
Put good dick in these hoes
Butt naked, leave 'em exposed
My bitches, I line 'em up
Sex texts, naked pics, have 'em thinking she down to fuck
That's my MO, at the M-O-T-E-L
With a hot plate of some hard bitch, I bet these sells
Quicker than Jordans on a Saturday, psycho like Donny Hathaway
I just want to make dough and fuck bitches like I'm a Latter-Day
Saint, but I ain't, bitch I'm one of Satan's descendents
Fathering niggas flows, I should claim 'em like they're dependents
Taxin' niggas on wax cause they get in rap just to act
Trappin' and packing gats, I was rapping after the fact
Of arrest court date, hard times, heart break
Grind 'til the last crumb, selling dubs soft shake
And the cluckers can't wait
Is you working today or not Fred
An open shop and a close mouth'll keep your mouth fed