[Chorus: Merlyn Wood]

Make tracks, getting paid for the poems

Big racks, got figures in my bank

Big racks, hit the rim like Shaq

Big Shaq, hit the rim like Shaq, big Shaq

[Verse: Matt Champion]

No chip on my shoulder, hundred leagues under the sea

We live life like cheetah power up like Hummer diesel

Golden chain for niece and nephew

Pessimistic, I do not hang 'round them boys

Metaphysics, need another dimension I enjoy

[?] but my bag Chanel, told you get up out my shell

Make her bag in piecеs so my money buys some [?]

Ridin round the hurt and furnacе, heat when you sit your body out like strag

Got my bullshit, got my bag

Backwards, I ain't fallin like a tailspin on that vehicle

Remind me of my childhood, back when my night's good

Hoppin in that 95, burn for me the real set

Find me in the hills, [?]

[Chorus: Merlyn Wood & (Joba)]

Make tracks, getting paid for the poems (ooh)

Big racks, got figures in my bank (ooh)

Big racks, hit the rim like Shaq (ooh)

Big Shaq, hit the rim like Shaq, big Shaq (ooh)

(Ooh, ooh, ooh)

[Outro: Joba]

Check check check

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Cool

Ooh

Can you pull that last one?