[Intro: Too $hort & Scarface]

Biatch Biatch

Cocaine Cocaine

Biatch Biatch

Cocaine Cocaine

Biatch Biatch

Cocaine Cocaine

Biatch Biatch

Cocaine Cocaine

[Verse: Tra 8]

It's like some dick for a little hit of crack

I'm standing on the corner swaying bricks from a sack

I'm full of that boy so you niggas better not violate

One pocket's full of stones and the other there's a Tra 8

Beef are going off like a motherfucking bell

Cops trying to bust me for the shit I got to sell

At first my nigga Gyp was setting but ain't that a bitch

I told him set the crack and now his ass is getting rich

Dope fiends running up to me with they cash

One cent short I beat their mothеrfucking ass

Hoes want to suck a dick for a pimp like the MJ

Thеy can suck and fuck the thing then they take my money

Niggas getting jealous 'cause my pocket's much fatter

But I don't give a fuck so I can watch your guts splatter

Bring it on motherfucker if you think that I'm a hoe

So I can stomp your fucking face into the motherfucking floor

I used to buy ten for the hundred goddamn

Now I buy a whole fucking trunk load of yam

You bitchy pussy bitches keep bringing me my green

Motherfuck all you snitches I keep serving dope fiends

[Chorus: Tra 8]

Dope fiends, dope fiends, I got to supply my dope fiends

Dope fiends, dope fiends, now it's time to collect all my green

[Verse: Lil' M]

I got me fifty motherfucking dollars and got me five bricks bitch

You got to start somewhere if your ass want to get rich

Ain't taking no hand-me-downs or no bitch ass fronts

'Cause I can't bring no nigga back shit 'cause I ain't no goddamn stunt

I sold a bundle of rock for rocking all I thought was getting bail

But I could go to motherfucking beach no goddamn [?]

But see the shit got greater later through my eyes I saw dollar signs

You ain't fucked up about a nigga 'cause I'm sitting on a [?]

Paper stacked up in my face my eyes lit up like a Christmas tree

I told my brother Chris I'm starting to get paid G

Fiends running up my paper trying to get what I got

I'm selling juices rock for rocking in the goddamn jackpot

They fucking with me tough they want to smoke then let's smoke

Bitch I'm the devil's son so give him a big ass kiss

Bricks being so fucking heavy you don't believe me then come up close

Smoke this shit and you gon' take a goddamn ride for the ghost

[Chorus: Tra 8]

Dope fiends, dope fiends, I got to supply my dope fiends

Dope fiends, dope fiends, now it's time to collect all my green

[Verse: Tra 8]

Nappy head donkey bitches running to my trap

Fiending 'bout to die can't live without the crack

They want to suck some dick but that shit is played out man

Come with twenty strong if you want to smoke some cocaine

Nigga smoking more, bitches smoking pipes can't sleep

'Cause that crack shit is calling them in the night

I used to make a hundred a day now I'm making five Gs

I used to buy ounces now them fiends got me buying keys

Brother getting mad, hoes shit my whole family's tripping

Got my own crib 'cause them sons of bitches think I'm slipping

Got my little gal pushing powder like a nigga got a scrap

Like a champ and she ain't scared to pull the trigger

[Verse: Lil' M]

[???] now my ass is gettin' rich

[??]

[Outro: Scarface]

I started small time, dope game, cocaine

I started small time, dope game, cocaine