Nah, nah, they don't wanna get active
Drip of the week, fashion
Blick by the feet, flash it
Pick up the beat, crash it
And everytime that I stop at the bank
You know that I'm neat, cashin
You rappas be sleep, nappin
And my dawg inna streets, slashin
All these producers been lackin' n actin
Lil Bitch so I had to go link up with Kota
Yo favorite rapper been Sayin' that he good in the hood
He could prolly get knocked off the motor
Y'all might as well quit the rappin' y'all music be ass
Pussy boy you should be a promoter
Bitch I'm from Houston, So shit only right
That I go and I pour a lil drank in my soda
Walk out the bank with a couple of bags
In love with the money I cuddle it bad
Don't hit my zelle need the bundle in cash
My bro sellin clothes I pay double the tags
And I bet you won't play with my mans
How my gang cut up, hibachi fasho
I'm really a fool with the bands
All my shit designer, Versace the soap
I fuck the lil broad, I fuck the lil dame
I don't know her number, give fuck bout her name
No we could never just love on a hoe
Cuz either way she gon fuck on the gang
Big body foreign my whip switchin lanes
My brand new stick, got it kickin like kang
Every time I ball, get tricky like James
And my time too expensive, can't kick it with lames
Nah, nah, they don't wanna get active
Drip of the week, fashion
Blick by the feet, flash it
Pick up the beat, crash it
And everytime that I stop at the bank
You know that I'm neat, cashin
You rappas be sleep, nappin
And my dawg inna streets, slashin