[Intro]

If you a broke nigga I get offended

Say that you with it, my nigga we with it

[Hook]

Like Master P, money no limit

If you a broke nigga I get offended

I put the tool in your mouth like a dentist

If you ain't havin' run up, you a ticket

Got workers in the bando whippin’ the kitchen

Whatever you with then my nigga we with it

Fuck a Honda, nigga I want a Bentley

I just hit the plug for ten bags of midget

Is you really the plug?

Is you really getting drugs?

Is you really showing love?

Is you really makin’ yo chopper bust?

Is you really gettin’ money?

Is you really kickin’ doors?

Do you really whip a bowl?

I think you tryna save your soul

[Verse 1]

If you a broke nigga I get offended

Water whippin’ in the kitchen, no chemist

Bust a nigga like a swisher or philly

Foreign coupe, got my trunk by the engine

Run up on ‘em, beat a nigga like tennis

Bullets got him skipping like he a cricket

Banana clips so he knows I’ma peel him

Hundred band jugg, I gotta kill him

Skippa Da Flippa, I’m having

Domingo pull up in the Aston

No Kutcher, got knives like a butcher

Put the chopper to your mama and sister

We extorting you niggas whenever we pull up

Bill Nye in the kitchen, I cook up

Glock 40, salt shaker, he shook up

Put the steel to your head like a crew cut

[Hook]

Like Master P, money no limit

If you a broke nigga I get offended

I put the tool in your mouth like a dentist

If you ain't havin' run up, you a ticket

Got workers in the bando whippin’ the kitchen

Whatever you with then my nigga we with it

Fuck a Honda, nigga I want a Bentley

I just hit the plug for ten bags of midget

Is you really the plug?

Is you really getting drugs?

Is you really showing love?

Is you really makin’ yo chopper bust?

Is you really gettin’ money?

Is you really kickin’ doors?

Do you really whip a bowl?

I think you tryna save your soul

[Verse 2]

I’m in the bando like 24 hours

I whip the water and I play with the powder

Me and my plug gon’ meet up in an hour

I told him want cookie, I don’t need the sour

I trapped the bag, made that bitch cook a brick

When you knock on the door I’m reaching for the stick

Place your order but you gotta be quick

Shooters in the bando, there go John Wic

I think these niggas undercover, working with the feds

12 kick the door, you better not be scared

Flush the work, money go under the bed

They rushed the trap, I had to use my two legs

Now I’m on a mission running from 12

I hope my partner packed up all the bales

Coke on my face in the trap cause the smell

You might catch a contact, you try to inhale

[Hook]

Like Master P, money no limit

If you a broke nigga I get offended

I put the tool in your mouth like a dentist

If you ain't havin' run up, you a ticket

Got workers in the bando whippin’ the kitchen

Whatever you with then my nigga we with it

Fuck a Honda, nigga I want a Bentley

I just hit the plug for ten bags of midget

Is you really the plug?

Is you really getting drugs?

Is you really showing love?

Is you really makin’ yo chopper bust?

Is you really gettin’ money?

Is you really kickin’ doors?

Do you really whip a bowl?

I think you tryna save your soul