Call the Promoters Dave East, Buda & Grandz & DJ Drama

[Chorus: Dave East]
Back out the trucks
Park up the foreigns
I'm trying to stay low
I don’t give no fucks
I came for the bucks
Got money to blow
I was just stuck
Just trying to get up
Until I was broke
When it come to family
Shit I had the least
Now I got the most
Tell the promoters we boutta pull up
Just bring out my cash
(bring out my money)
You was on Instagram talking crazy
Now we on yo ass
All I know is go real fast
Hoping I never crash
Where was these niggas at
I was strapped down on my last

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Bring out the hundreds tonight
The 50s could leave at the crib (leave at the crib)
Take all the 20s 10s I give them shits all to my kids (give to my daughters)
I was the nigga that tried to show love when y'all just hating
(y'all niggas was hating)
I look at them now
Not doing too well
It is what it is
Jump out a rover
If I get pulled over
I don’t got no license
I done got back in with Buda and Grandz we might get indicted
Nothing but crack and paraphernalia that's all of my cypher
These nigga don't write it
Like I write it
Never had nobody write it
I get just excited
Pouring out my thoughts
Money not good
Till it's in the vault
This was the case
Nobody saw
If we get snatched
Nobody talk
(shut the fuck up)
If we get snatched
Nobody talk
This was the case nobody saw