[Intro: Ralfy the Plug]
I ain't watch no cartoons, bitch, I was watchin' the Plug
Hm, free the real, keep the fake
(Sid)
Bitch
Stinc Team, nah, we don't know you broke-ass niggas
Money callin', just answer, bitch
Plug
Hm
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
When I was young, I had role models, like Big Meech and Mayweather
Make it rain in the strip club, that's how you change the weather
Role models, the ones who go get the bag
I need a hundred mil' so I can make a bitch nigga mad
Roll models
Didn't look up to no broke niggas, nigga, I'm talkin' role models
We caught his ass in the club and we drowned his ass in gold bottles
[Verse 1: Ketchy the Great]
Meech was a nigga role model, not a doctor
I cannot be brokе, so I had to run my knots up
Stinc Team, dummy, we don't look up to the cops
Shit, wе look up to them niggas who was flockin' on the bop
Water on the wristwatch, cream soda with the Wock'
Droptop Benz with a lil' bop givin' top
Bop-bop, it's a pass in the field 'til we exhaust it
I look up to them niggas who was juggin' shit and robbin'
If I go broke, shit, that ain't even an option
I just want a hundred million dollars in my coffin
I just want a pint of old red, ain't for coughin' (Good mud, ayy)
I ain't watch no cartoons, bitch, I was watchin' the Plug
Hm, free the real, keep the fake
(Sid)
Bitch
Stinc Team, nah, we don't know you broke-ass niggas
Money callin', just answer, bitch
Plug
Hm
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
When I was young, I had role models, like Big Meech and Mayweather
Make it rain in the strip club, that's how you change the weather
Role models, the ones who go get the bag
I need a hundred mil' so I can make a bitch nigga mad
Roll models
Didn't look up to no broke niggas, nigga, I'm talkin' role models
We caught his ass in the club and we drowned his ass in gold bottles
[Verse 1: Ketchy the Great]
Meech was a nigga role model, not a doctor
I cannot be brokе, so I had to run my knots up
Stinc Team, dummy, we don't look up to the cops
Shit, wе look up to them niggas who was flockin' on the bop
Water on the wristwatch, cream soda with the Wock'
Droptop Benz with a lil' bop givin' top
Bop-bop, it's a pass in the field 'til we exhaust it
I look up to them niggas who was juggin' shit and robbin'
If I go broke, shit, that ain't even an option
I just want a hundred million dollars in my coffin
I just want a pint of old red, ain't for coughin' (Good mud, ayy)
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