[Verse 1]

All I got is money and some time

And I can't waste a dime

I ain't like these rappers I will put your ass in line

Bitch I'm like the reaper you can't cross me without dying

Got to grip the eighth so you can catch me on the nine

You taking shots without the pistol I got real clips

I got 4 K's on me just to make it real clear

I gotta make these niggas focused like I'm Will Smith

Cause I think they need a push like a wheelchair

I made it half way through the order and it's time to make another one

Drop the work up in the water it's time to make another one

I ain't really feeling this bitch I need another one

Hop out the whip I'm about to hop up in another one

Change clothes like I change hoes I ain't change you

Niggas get a lil bankroll when they change up

Came up switched the name up fucked the game up

Same one from the Money Block whipping cane up

Now these niggas wanna fuck with me cause I'm famous

You may not wanna hang with me that shit's dangerous

This that Money Block shit, this that new Chicago

This that shit you wanna hear when you be popping bottles

This that wrap the work up tight and put in the Tahoe

If it ain't straight to the money why the fuck would I go

I'm just saying though

I got bands though and grams hoe

Ten though that's a no no on my land hoe

We're on 16 bars that's a lot to handle

Keep the fan on me but I'd rather let my mans go

[Hook]

Blaow Blaow Blaow

Can you hear me now

Blaow Blaow Blaow

Can you hear me now

Blaow Blaow Blaow

Can you hear me now

Blaow Blaow Blaow

Can you hear me now

Code red we got a man down

Fuck around and caught him with his hands down

Code red we got a man down

Fuck around and caught him with his pants down

Code red we got a man down

Caught him with a chopper had to lay him down

Code red we got a man down

Left him at the light with his head down

[Verse 2]

I ain't really looking for no friends these days

All I'm really looking for is M's these days

Money Block on other niggas and D. Wade

Tryna fill my safe up I don't want no empty space

50 rolling swishers I be rolling Backwoods

I don't think I'm killing these niggas as much as I should

Put my city on my back I'm putting on for my hood

I was taught it ain't no lacking when you up to no good

Cause I was hanging out the window

I was letting him ride sideways

Nigga tried to run but I caught him in the driveway

Asked him for that money and he looking at me sideways

Don't you know us niggas getting killed for that shit nowadays

Hopping in the trap same clothes for like five days

I'm just trying to make a hundred thou' by friday