[Verse 1: Money Mac]

[Verse 2: Jay Rick$]

They said reap what you sow

So I sew perfection

I'm fly as hell

Bitches think I'm bomb like 9/11

Ain't no checking

What I repping

Got the tech and the 11

Make a nigga go to heaven

I'm a kind killer

Looking in the fucking mirror

That's my only competition

I got bitches on my bitches

And all them bitches on my dizznick

I got niggas in the kitchen

Baking soda and they whipping

If we find a nigga snitching

Then you we got to kill em

If the 12 come to my house

I don't know bout his whereabouts

Just a nigga trynna live

And even stack them large amounts

I be moving in and out

But once you in there ain't no out

Just like if she swallow seeds

When my dick be in her mouth

Arh

Shawty do her thang

Ooo she wildin' wildin'

I'm fly as a plane

Check how I be stylin'

Shitting on these lames

Where the fucking toilets

I don't know no names

Except my bank accounts

And ima ride with who I walked with

And ima feast with who I starved with

I'll ball with whoever I got it all

And even when you eating keep on stacking like you starving

Damn

Now listen I ain't even finished

Jeezus & Mac cooked the track now pass the skillet

[Verse 3: Jay Rick$ & Money Mac]

Gotta grind hard cause I ain't seeing nothing new

Trynna have bad bitches all surrounded by the pool

I'm steady counting money so my fingers start to bruise

And I'm trynna have the biggest house on the avenue

Never rolling backwards

Only rolling with the swishers

Mac roll with dutches

& you know I got them bitches

Flow too viscous

Bitch you know that we them niggas