[Intro]

Beatboy taught me

[Chorus - 1TakeJay]

Wait hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

Ay bitch I'm back at it like a crack addict (Like a crack addict)

We brought them sticks in the party if you want static (Ooh)

Ay I'm running up them digits like it's mathematics

Ay bitch I'm in my bag call that backpackin' (Call that backpackin')

Ay bitch I'm back at it like a crack addict (Like a crack addict)

We brought them sticks in the party if you want static (Ooh)

Ay I'm running up them digits like it's mathematics (Like it's mathematics)

Ay bitch I'm in my bag call that backpackin'

[Verse 1 - Rich Espy]

Walk in the party with the stick

Your bitch pulling on my dick

I could smell the Molly on her lips

[?] whippin' in the six

[?] still whippin' up a brick

1Take fucking with the crips

West side money get the bag

Now [?] fuckin' with [?]

I was in the foreign with the new paper tag

Say you was born I'ma give her that crack

Give her that dope dick [?] from the back

My baby momma [?] still stashed

Bitch I went to jail and came back

Put her whole [?] in the bag

[?] in the party [?]

Make an nigga dance when I shoot

Lookin like [?] the juice

[?] when I'm [?]

[Chorus - 1TakeJay]

Wait hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up

Ay bitch I'm back at it like a crack addict (Like a crack addict)

We brought them sticks in the party if you want static (Ooh)

Ay I'm running up them digits like it's mathematics

Ay bitch I'm in my bag call that backpackin' (Call that backpackin')

Ay bitch I'm back at it like a crack addict (Like a crack addict)

We brought them sticks in the party if you want static (Ooh)

Ay I'm running up them digits like it's mathematics (Like it's mathematics)

Ay bitch I'm in my bag call that backpackin'

[Verse 2 - Rich Sheen]

Back in my day I used to sell work to the crack addicts

Sixteen make it flip like a gymnastic

Fell off, bounced back, now we back at it

West side nigga you could tell by my fashion

Mix the Henny [?] champagne

Fuck a lot of these bitches off my name

Got passed security with the pistol

Shoot her in the cut he ain't turnt off no liquor

Drip down head to toe

If the bitches ain't fucking then the bitches gotta go

We gone pick up the phone and call some more

Ay 1Take won't you call some of the groupie hoes

Got more game than all you niggas

We got more money than all you niggas

She say she fell in love with a west side nigga

[Outro - 1TakeJay]

Wait hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up