Notha Level Baby Money & G.T.

[Intro: G.T.]
Been doin' this shit so fuckin' long, dog, Act' used to be, Act' used to be free
(You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
Act' was free
Fuck is they talkin' 'bout?

[Verse 1: G.T.]
Right now, we got slabs, nigga, nothin' less
It ain't shit in the spot but a twelve-ton press
Nigga, stop, it ain't your bitch if you don't invest
Niggas'll have a lil' money, but no respect

[Verse 2: Baby Money]
Your bitch gon' wanna fuck a vet'
Tryna run your pape' up, nigga, listen
Fish scales in the basement, ain't nobody goin' fishing
In the trap, it ain't no dishes, just some forks and a skillet
If it weigh a gram short, then somebody goin' missing

[Verse 3: G.T. & Baby Money]
Twenty-five racks each pocket, bitch, that's a fifty
Long tag hangin' down my back, that's Ricky
Long clip hangin' from my waist, that's a blicky
I got stars goin' all around my collar, that's Givenchy
Hoggin' up two lanes, bitch, that's a Bentley
Drivin' in your state, get it crackin' in your city
Y'all searchin' for the drank, I'm in Houston, scoutin' Whitney
We just got in on a number, we touch down and get busy
Ain't no niggas did what we did, we made history