[Intro: Z Money]
Yeah
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[Verse 1: Z Money]
On fire, check the scoreboard
I just walked up in the trap with my chessboard
Just spent a hunned on the car, this ain't no damn Ford
Might catch me whipping up straight drop, I got the damn board
I ain't gotta hit no licks, that's what my partners for
Treat the streets extra light, just a lot of guns, boy
Put fifty in the toy, old school make a lot of noise
My wrist so icy, boy, coming home, I took your hoe
Just got some brand new blow, I walk in like original
I got options, Scoob went and brought me a lot of Fendi clothes
I threw sixes on the Bentley, got expensive toes
Hit the dope with Fentanyl, the junkies at your door

[Verse 2: UnoTheActivist]
Hit my phone, my partner told me it was a go
And she got a lil' coke on her nip' and on her nose
You ain't drop that 2016, that shit is getting old
And I pull up in a high-speed, that's Aventador
Partner jugg it out, he said he wanted ten of the ho
And you know these bitches on my skin, yeah, like some lotion
And we call 'em bitches but you know we talkin' bout the loads
And he asked me, "Was I high?", shit, yeah, I'm smoking dope
Yeah, I don't know folks, stick right to the code
If you know me then you know I'ma let it blow
Told that boy, "Send your ho over like this was red rover"
And I pull up in the Range Rover with the cream cola
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