[Intro: Producer Tag, CHK & Dubz]

Ay-yo TR go brazy on these niggas man

Flying uptown in da ride wid bae

Cos i just made alot of Moneybags so I got time today

38' snub with no serial, its manual

If I let it bust

[Verse 1: CHK]

I just made alot of money

My nigga fresh out the wok and he's anti

Glock full of candy (Brr)

Twin turbo German, turn my block into Gran Prix

She like I beg you put the roof back its freezing

Im flossin' I couldn't give a toss bout da bad B (haha)

You call da shots when you mash P's

Cus niggas toy soldiers and da gwop get you batteries

Still pull up to dat drop in a Cat C

Hammer on me Triple G or rock it like Randy

Went down to a 400 from a 6

But I never shed a tear I flung an onion on da strip (Fuckin' Hell)

Banging out in public It's a slip

I had to set it in da shop and still cut out wit my crisp

Grubby looking fit, Balenci runners when I'm lit

And these B22s cost 2 monkeys and a bit

Sky-dwеller water-blue and my niggas ballin' too

It's 11:20 but his prеzzy saying quarter-to

[Verse 2: Dubz]

Buy and chop it

Fly and shop it

I went and linked the plug for a diagnostics

I taught niggas to whip and they were buying solid (Buyin' Solid)

Sitting wid ya bitch and she applied knowledge

Metal in my arm like I'm bionic

Paper in my pocket, darg I don't like wallets

My guys on it, for the prise they might dive on it

Sky suttin' at ya ride hit a guys bonnet

Jumped out the spaceship, parked with no steering wheel

I touch a spot and get the dark gone like Clearasil

Water in my pot you know its clear as hell

You ain't got a worker if ya near the scale

38' snub with no serial, it's manual

If I let it bust then its funerals and candles (Bap-Bap)

If I let it crash, then its murals, not vandals

We ain't beefin' with these niggas cos these niggas tell

[Verse 3:CHK]

Before Hakka it was fat chips, salt and mayo

Juggin' with my dargy fuck a party I ain't no Donae'o

And If I'm slipping law from Tekken you can hold a KO

No delayo, rolling with my Young Buck; Tony Yayo

Back and forth wid da Pikey on a fisticuffs

And I remember when I never had spliff to puff

I'm depressed dat my brother saw

7 summers on a stretch got another 4

[Verse 4: Dubz]

Chuck I heard you, Ah touch a curb too

All this off white but nothing's Virgil

Wash white probably coming like it's Persil

If I jerked you, It was never personal

Oh you wanna hurt who, tell em come and circle and their blood will curdle

Imma' jump up like I done a hurdle

Be at home by 9, like my Bruddas curfew

[Verse 5: CHK]

I had a dings always near me

Skipped me da theory

Tenner on da sim card dis brick ain't got SIri (Brr-Brr)

RS11 in my riz got me weary

Rips on Amiri got more kicks than Tajiri

Flying uptown in da ride wid Bae

Cos I just made a-lot of Moneybags so I got time today

If Reekz got it i ain't gotta tuck my shine away (Boy-Boy)

Shorted sighted still I spot an undie from a mile away