[Intro: YOUNG JR]
(Ant Chamberlain, that's a hundred points)
(Funk Or Die)
MMFE, Money Motivated Family ENT, they know how I do it, look
[Chorus: YOUNG JR]
I just spent some racks on these, you can go look at my feet, look
Bitch, I'm a G, look, hundred thousand in a week, look
Bust down to the teeth, hop up in the coupe and roll up the leaf, look
Bitch, I'm the truth, bitch, I got the juice, bitch, I got the leaks, look
Dog say he that boy, but he ain't tapped in, look
Put my young dog on, I get mine off the backend
Jewels up on my neck, look, I just got a check
Through your section with them Wessons when we step, ayy
[Verse 1: DaBoii]
I can't walk inside your club 'less my strap in
Yeah, bitch tried to play me, I hit her with the backhand
Put a price up on his head, boy, I get it cashed in
Nigga, bah-bah-bah, yeah, that's what the strap said
Yeah, that's what the strap said, I'll let the strap speak
Them boys be rappin' like they active, they ain't never had beef
Stop tellin' bitches you my bitch, bitch, you ain't never had me
Bitch got a stupid attitude, bitch, you ain't even that clean
You could look me in my eyes, tell I been to hell and back
Bro pulled a skit in SRT, that nigga had to sell the 'Cat
Cuz sold my uncle a fake Perky, why the fuck you sell him that?
And all them bitches that done curved me, most them bitches sellin' ass
I heard that boy on paperwork and you still with his tellin' ass
Them niggas claim they want the smoke, them niggas ain't even inhalin' that
I told lil' bro don't hit no legs, hit that boy where his melon at
Bitch, fuck the opps, we suckerK and you can run and tell 'em that, on the gang, nigga
(Ant Chamberlain, that's a hundred points)
(Funk Or Die)
MMFE, Money Motivated Family ENT, they know how I do it, look
[Chorus: YOUNG JR]
I just spent some racks on these, you can go look at my feet, look
Bitch, I'm a G, look, hundred thousand in a week, look
Bust down to the teeth, hop up in the coupe and roll up the leaf, look
Bitch, I'm the truth, bitch, I got the juice, bitch, I got the leaks, look
Dog say he that boy, but he ain't tapped in, look
Put my young dog on, I get mine off the backend
Jewels up on my neck, look, I just got a check
Through your section with them Wessons when we step, ayy
[Verse 1: DaBoii]
I can't walk inside your club 'less my strap in
Yeah, bitch tried to play me, I hit her with the backhand
Put a price up on his head, boy, I get it cashed in
Nigga, bah-bah-bah, yeah, that's what the strap said
Yeah, that's what the strap said, I'll let the strap speak
Them boys be rappin' like they active, they ain't never had beef
Stop tellin' bitches you my bitch, bitch, you ain't never had me
Bitch got a stupid attitude, bitch, you ain't even that clean
You could look me in my eyes, tell I been to hell and back
Bro pulled a skit in SRT, that nigga had to sell the 'Cat
Cuz sold my uncle a fake Perky, why the fuck you sell him that?
And all them bitches that done curved me, most them bitches sellin' ass
I heard that boy on paperwork and you still with his tellin' ass
Them niggas claim they want the smoke, them niggas ain't even inhalin' that
I told lil' bro don't hit no legs, hit that boy where his melon at
Bitch, fuck the opps, we suckerK and you can run and tell 'em that, on the gang, nigga
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