[Verse 1: Peso Peso]
I pull that choppa out and make 'em get to runnin’ fast
He must have thought that it was sweet, but it ain't none of that
I run that money up quick, then I run it back
Have you ever spent a fifty then the next day make a hundred back?
I do it all the time, nigga that shit regular
I got 'em callin’ for the packs on the cellular
You need to stop all that hatin', you gon' turn into the janitor
That bitch on some greedy shit, I ain't tryna get no bands with her
She gon' make me wanna kill the hoe
But I'm still runnin' to the money like I'm Ichiro
Ain’t no talkin’ when you get your pack, nigga this a give-and-go
Get your shit, then hit the door: I ain't sеrvin’ less it's ten or more, nigga
And I ain't got no fuckin' straps in my backpack
You kiddin’ mе: then where the fuck I'm finna put the racks?
Yeah, we keep them poles out, and them bitches hot and ready
But we ain't worried about the other side 'cause they ain't 'bout no pressure
These niggas hatin' cause we rich, man that shit got me laughin'
Bitch, I'm fresh up in the winter in my Moncler jacket
And you know I'm mixin' Dior with the Off-White splashin'
I'm feelin' like the President up in my all-white Aston
How you feel? How you feel? I came up without no deal
I'm iced up, so I chill - you mad 'cause your money little
And if a nigga got a problem we gon' stalk out where you live
I'm in the streets, nigga, still, I'm standin' tall like a mill
I pull that choppa out and make 'em get to runnin’ fast
He must have thought that it was sweet, but it ain't none of that
I run that money up quick, then I run it back
Have you ever spent a fifty then the next day make a hundred back?
I do it all the time, nigga that shit regular
I got 'em callin’ for the packs on the cellular
You need to stop all that hatin', you gon' turn into the janitor
That bitch on some greedy shit, I ain't tryna get no bands with her
She gon' make me wanna kill the hoe
But I'm still runnin' to the money like I'm Ichiro
Ain’t no talkin’ when you get your pack, nigga this a give-and-go
Get your shit, then hit the door: I ain't sеrvin’ less it's ten or more, nigga
And I ain't got no fuckin' straps in my backpack
You kiddin’ mе: then where the fuck I'm finna put the racks?
Yeah, we keep them poles out, and them bitches hot and ready
But we ain't worried about the other side 'cause they ain't 'bout no pressure
These niggas hatin' cause we rich, man that shit got me laughin'
Bitch, I'm fresh up in the winter in my Moncler jacket
And you know I'm mixin' Dior with the Off-White splashin'
I'm feelin' like the President up in my all-white Aston
How you feel? How you feel? I came up without no deal
I'm iced up, so I chill - you mad 'cause your money little
And if a nigga got a problem we gon' stalk out where you live
I'm in the streets, nigga, still, I'm standin' tall like a mill
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