[Chorus: Jay Rock & K.Dot]
So what up, G?
Shit, nothin' but the money
What you trying to see?
More fifties, more hundreds
Who you trying to be?
Who I already is
King of my city, that's no pop quiz

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
Sitting in my Chevy smoking heavy on the best bud
Get it from the source
Got the best plug
Watts, California be my city till the death bruh
You ain't hearing that?
Then you deaf blood
Moving like a snail
You can catch a slug
Hit you like a snare
I got big drums
Hunt for every dollar
I just stack funds
Yours is insufficient
That's why you mad huh?
Ever since I got a deal niggas hate me hard
So I keep a steel
Got no time to spar
Got no time to spare, money on my mind
Like hair
Like a flight of steps
All a nigga get is stairs
Big bag of green
Looking like a pear
When I hit a club
I'm leaving with a pair
Nigga I don't care
Bitch I'm a baller
Crash my whip today and cop another one tomorrow
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