Global Wide Pimp Brothers YungJosh93 & Don Toliver (Ft. Don Toliver & YungJosh93)

[Intro: Don Toliver]
Woo
Ay, fuck all you critics
Fuck all you haters
Fuck all you niggas
Fuck all the critics
Uh

[Verse 1: Don Toliver]
I remember when I ain't had shit
Now I'm top floor, chop game with ya bitch
Coming with a plan so we can all get rich
Money in the bag, don't touch that shit
Get off my dick, chop game with ya bitch
.40 in the whip in case you tryna hit a lick
H-Town flow, let a young nigga spit
You talk a lot of shit, I hope you do it on a dick
Riding in the back, man, whip gettin' lit
Jack life forever, man, I love this shit
Counting up the paper, I don't love that bitch
You the type to love, kiss and hug that bitch
Got a whole sack, I wanna hug that bitch
Got a court date, I'm like fuck that shit
Hustle everyday just so I could pay the rent
Stick a nigga up for the paper real quick
Josh he an animal, I'm speaking real shit
Hop on the block and I'm bleeding that bitch
Cops [?] know a nigga take risks
FaceTime with the plug and you know we talking bricks
No losses with the sack, I ain't taking no shit
Fifty-nine in the coupe and I'm racing that shit
Got the top back, the block hating that shit
Got ya bitch with me, nigga hating that shit