[Intro: Chevy Woods]

This beat is fucking crazy

Turn the music up a little bit more

Cool

[Chorus: Chevy Woods]

All these bitches, they love it

All these niggas, they hate it

They be sick to their stomach, look at the look on their faces

Me and my niggas just ballin’, we make something from nothing

We just fuckin’ the money, she screamin’ baby, I’m cumin’

All these niggas, they love it

All these bitches, they hate it

They be sick to their stomach, look at the look on their faces

Me and my bitches just ballin’, we make something from nothing

I ride this hustle for good, the money never stop comin’

[Verse 1: Chevy Woods]

That new piece hella sick, you probly talk when you pinch

Only had time for that combo for niggas scorin’ them bricks

No, I ain’t lyin’ at all, ask your friends cuz they know it

My niggas empty them clips, then fill ‘em up, that’s reloadin’

Got a thing for that money, fast cars and that dough

I was actin’ a fool, now sellin’ 20’s of soap

Like anything for a dollar but I was foolin’ myself

You gotta fight for your hustle, what would you do for the belt?

Even them bitches would shoot, blow a kiss from that pistol

Couple of hot magazines so you can come get your issue

All of them Taylor’s will show and all you heard was a whistle

It's really stripes over here, cuz all my niggas official

[Chorus: Chevy Woods]

All these bitches, they love it

All these niggas, they hate it

They be sick to their stomach, look at the look on their faces

Me and my niggas just ballin’, we make something from nothing

We just fuckin’ the money, she screamin’ baby, I’m cumin’

All these niggas, they love it

All these bitches, they hate it

They be sick to their stomach, look at the look on their faces

Me and my bitches just ballin’, we make something from nothing

I ride this hustle for good, the money never stop comin’

[Verse 2: Lola Monroe]

Oh shit, Chevy, they gon make me grind a machete

Whole Clip, ready, bitch ‘bout to go down like confetti

I push harder than pussies giving birth, I say

Now these dry ass bitches sending first my way

Got the whole city on my shoulder, my driver ain’t never been chauffeured

And the motherfuckers tell me when to go, when to stay

What to do, how to play, I’mma chose ‘er

He know opposing arrows, I be exposing your hoes

Like how you fuck and you suck, to be exposed to bin those

Until you grind like me I make it in to miss the struggle

Shut the fuck up, our lion’s in to miss the jungles

I’m closing curtains, so you can throw the towel in

Versace linens, my style been in dowry ten

[Chorus: Chevy Woods]

All these bitches, they love it

All these niggas, they hate it

They be sick to their stomach, look at the look on their faces

Me and my niggas just ballin’, we make something from nothing

We just fuckin’ the money, she screamin’ baby, I’m cumin’

All these niggas, they love it

All these bitches, they hate it

They be sick to their stomach, look at the look on their faces

Me and my bitches just ballin’, we make something from nothing

I ride this hustle for good, the money never stop comin’