[Verse 1: Young Dro]
Stock broker, NASDAQ, helicopter pad cat
Bitch, where yo' ass at? I'm sitting up in this brass Lac'
Please, bring the gas mask, you know I got that gas back
You ain't got no ass at all, where the fuck is yo' ass at?
Boing! Just, I suggest that we should go and grab that
Project shawty, I am in the cut right where the path at
Fuck all that bullshit, this where we do the math at
Show me where the cash at, I take off like a half back
Mafia, capisce? Dining at Joe's Crab Shack
Pull up in the Lamb', tell my bitch she could have that
Westside mansion, this where I take my bath at
After she get through serving me head, where her cab at?
Uh, I'm in the lab, black
You told me shawty life wasn't cool, so I declared that
Kidding me? Shooters in Italy, ask Sal that
Spit a nigga up, when they find him, they bring half back

[Chorus: Forgeeauto & Young Dro]
Seventeen chains with eleven rings
Mr. Oddball baby, changing up the game
Thirties on the Range, same color cocaine
New dimension system, trunk on Liu Kang
Amtrak stacks, call me Mr. Soul Train
Aviator kush pack, Mr. Soul Plane
Fat as Ben Frank, money in the bank
Diamonds chlorine, me, myself and Irene
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