Ya dig, ya dig, ya dig, ya dig? (dig, dig, dig, dig)
Ya dig, ya dig, ya dig, ya dig?
Ya dig, ya dig, ya dig, ya dig?
Ya dig (huh!), ya dig (huh!), ya dig (huh!), ya dig? (huh!)
Ya dig (huh!), ya dig (huh!), ya dig (huh!), ya dig? (huh!)
Uh-uh, I make it dig
Uh-uh, up on that lean
Uh-uh, I may get picked
That boy, he attack on me, he tryna leave
I need a Patek (huh)
That boy an addict, it's so dramatic
I gotta have it, huh
I got all happy, yeah
I won a Patek (huh)
That boy he tragic, plus he could rat, yeah
I got the money, he talking on me, I got money on top of the rich
I got the money, it's racking on me, and it's running on me like it's swinging
Uh-yeah! (huh)
He ain't bringing the gun, and my shawty, he uh!
And my buddy, he uh!
I be talking, he uh!
And my buddy, he uh!
I got forty, he uh! (uh-yeah, huh-huh-huh-uh, huh!)
I know how to get for the blow
I had a gun with a bow
I knew how to get it from the stove (kay-kay, yeah)
I had to get it from the blow
And I had to buy some candy, but I never sat for the most
Choppa new, shawty see handy, plus it gonna look like coke
Okay now, go, go, go
I got that five for the low
Get that ride for the dope
Diamonds hot, like a stove
She tryna slide, I'm like no, and don't text, that's a no
And I be tryna take it slow
And I'm balling like D rose (oh, like D Rose?)
Uh, yeah, what you mean, lil' bro?
Pull up, and I'm running to the scene, lil' bro
Pull up, and I'm running with the 'preme, lil' bro
Yeah, you got that Glock, with the beam, lil' bro
(Buh), What you mean, lil' bro?
What you mean, lil' bro?
Pull up, and I'm running to the scene, lil' bro
Pull up, and I'm looking hella clean, lil' bro
(Huh, huh) I like it (huh) I like it
I like it, (huh) I like it, he like it (uh-uh-uh, uh)
Money is up (yeah!)
Our beam, I'm up (okay!)
Talking is up, okay is up, yeah it's up, okay
And he still with the f-
Up with the f-
Yeah, huh, you could be running 'cause of me
We getting money, like I mean
Nobody coming, hasn't need
Nobody running 'cause of me