[Verse 1:]

(Phone rings)

What’s up?

What’s up my nigga?

What’s up..what’s the deal bro?

Look, man you need to bring your ass down here to Atlanta bro

I know you get money up here in the West Coast

Turn the fuck up

Got white bitches in mansions in the hills (chuckles)

You know you in Oakland

Turn the fuck up (chuckles)

Atlanta bro, Imma take you to Magic City

We go get some chicken

We gonna turn the fuck up

Fuck with some of these hoes out here

I got you nigga

Hey man, let me tell you something man

Wherever it’s at Imma try to be there man

It’s no game, no time to play

I’m telling you bro

You need to do mix tape

You need to bring your ass down

And we gonna record

And we gonna let you fuck with everybody

Fuck that

Fuck that

Fuck that bro

I’m on a plane right now

I’m about to check in so Imma see you in a second

Fuck it thereNigga

I’m getting millions

They won’t put you on the PJ (Laughters)

We mission

Let’s get trend

Let’s go nigga

I’ll see you soon

[Verse 2:]

Just made some money, about to fire up the reef

Gone like Minefa, bitch gayer than Latifa

Everything is paper, twenty five for the feature

All my dope killing twenty five for the evening

Draws full of joint and DVD’s

Use my act as EBT

Scope your bitch and make a movie

Going on a DVD

Couples on a payroll

So we moving easily

Been a winner from the start

Do a six on TBT

Back to seven Sundays

Ask the revent just to crack ten dime show

Bout to mack eleven

Pop, pop, pop

Pop it hanging low

Make a million cash

Did drop it on the floor

Oh my

[Chorus:]

Just made some money,bout to fire up the reef

Gone like Minefa, bitch gayer than Latifa

Everything is paper, twenty five for the feature

All my dope killing twenty five for the evening

Roll another joint get high with my nigga

Them pretty bad bitches getting wild at that liquor

I know these niggas satan

So I’m riding with my pistol

And everyday I pray that I see another day

But these niggas in the wait

And everyday I pray that I see another day

But these niggas in the wait

And everyday I pray that I see another day

But these niggas

[Verse 3:]

Tiny Pants in the building

Ain’t touching no work

I’m good there cause I’m the man oh

Gang, gang you real and we the same thing

Ain’t switching up or changing up we in the same lane

Came from the bottom

Still tugging with my partners

My niggas ain’t with the drama

Press the button and we be mobbin

I told her twist em jay

So we can pass away the problem

I told her hold them cups

Cause we be drinking out the bottles

They don’t even want us up in here

We cut the line

Broke the dress code

We up in here

Roll the blunts and watch us smoke em in here

Presidential Kush nigga like they voted in here

Twisting fingers so they know we in here

[Chorus:]

Just made some money,bout to fire up the reef

Gone like Minefa, bitch gayer than Latifa

Everything is paper, twenty five for the feature

All my dope killing twenty five for the evening

Roll another joint get high with my nigga

Them pretty bad bitches getting wild at that liquor

I know these niggas satan

So I’m riding with my pistol

And everyday I pray that I see another day

But these niggas in the wait

And everyday I pray that I see another day

But these niggas in the wait

And everyday I pray that I see another day

But these niggas

[Verse 4:]

They here look at my business

Eighty eight a pearl

Getting money my niggas

Diamonds ain’t relentless

I’m on a hunt for that million

I see it in my soope

I’m on tv doing shit I ain’t never did before

I need that in self something

Six hundred something

I need that AA something

I need that nine hundred something

I need weed by the barrel

I need these hoes by the bus

Need my cousin bone track new hit the streets with a rush

I need that magical bank

And niggas out of line

I’mma die for the game

I got my family on my mind

Nigga smoking this weed

I’m good but I ain't finish

It’s BIG Imma need a honda 6v

[Chorus:]

Just made some money,bout to fire up the reef

Gone like Minefa, bitch gayer than Latifa

Everything is paper, twenty five for the feature

All my dope killing twenty five for the evening

Roll another joint get high with my nigga

Them pretty bad bitches getting wild at that liquor

I know these niggas satan

So I’m riding with my pistol

And everyday I pray that I see another day

But these niggas in the wait

And everyday I pray that I see another day

But these niggas in the wait

And everyday I pray that I see another day

But these niggas