Profit Rittz (Ft. Shawty Fatt & Yelawolf)

[Hook – Rittz]
Yep, yep, yep, bitch I’m all about my (profit)
Yep, yep, yep, don’t even try to count my (profit)
Yep, yep, yep, so stay the fuck up out my (profit)
Yep, yep, yep, yep, yeah

[Verse 1 – Yelawolf]
I got my buddies on the corner, in the back of the club with a sack
And they rolling up a jointer, smoking that country stash
You ain’t never seen a bull rider bumping UGK
Nah homie, you ain’t never seen that
Fuck it, Peep
Out the bucket seat
Hip hop make em all lean back
Make a ping pong ball jealous of the bounce
Chevrolet sitting tall like a cloud
Yeah, pick another trailer park girl up
Dirty blonde eat a , ding dong, get out
Yeah, Imma let the lid out, fuck puffing in this jar, lightning bug
Southern hospitality, but I hospitalize you cause I’m nice enough
To spot a punk like a homophobic
I’m on it, my opponents know it
Get your money up D-boy
I ain’t a D-boy, but my folks they grow it
Done clipped the bud and done sold it
I been sipping Bud, you ain’t noticed?
I’m in the bible belt like a church, in the lobby
With an offering tray for that profit