Why Must I Sweat da Track Da Mafia 6ix (Ft. Fiend)

[DJ Paul talking]

[Hook: DJ Paul]
I say why must I, why must I, why must I sweat da track?
Cause I got green, I got pills, syrup, and I keep some crack
And I got cone on my phone on a plane comin' to me
With that bag of that cash, ain't nobody fuckin' with me

[Verse 1: Crunchy Black]
Standin' on the track, tryin' to get the paper
Babe in these shoes hoes catch a vapor
Ten toes down on you motherfucking haters
Bout to pour up me a motherfucking eighter
Roll me a blunt, pullin' me a stunt
Looking for them junkies, tryin' to give 'em what they want
See I got crack and I got pills
And I got powder and I got deals around here

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
Catch me out here on my new track shit
No mo' corners, I'm in these white clubs ya snitch
I be the first to admit I ain't no role model
But I keep that white girl 'n these white girls are like super models
In that bathroom, blowin' lines, blowin' time
Gettin' blowjobs the whole times, blowin' minds
I switched the track up for better, I'm in some better places
Bringin' blow money, said it to these puppy dog faces