[Intro: Duffy]

I still catch plays (peso, how you do that?)

Big business, I ain't into playin' kid games

I'm in the foreign movin' in and out the fast lane

I'm nervous, I just took my 40 on her first date

[Chorus: Duffy]

OTM in first place, no, we don't do the pump fakin'

Had some down-bad days and now we up a hundred K

Put him in a 'Wood, leave a nigga in the ash tray

Draco with the wood, that last nigga got his ass spanked

A lot of Franklins, your bitch know I'm banked up

Even come around the gang, you gotta get your rank up

Fake tough 'til we breathed on him, he ain't say nothin'

Bad bitch, if she want my time, she gon' pay for it

[Verse 1: Duffy]

If she can't, then that's gon' have to take a rain check

Caught one, he caught some hollow points and now he braindead

I got Tris' spillin' out my cup, it's just straight meds

I got real killers, logged in, you know we break bread

'Fore you speak on me and mine, put some respect on it

He ain't stand on business, so my niggas went and stepped on him

Young CEO, no, we ain't worried 'bout the next nigga

Lavish living, in the booth with C.M.L., nigga

[Chorus: Duffy & C.M.L]

OTM in first place, no, we don't do the pump fakin'

Had some down-bad days and now we up a hundred K

Put him in a 'Wood, leave a nigga in the ash tray

Draco with the wood, that last nigga got his ass spanked

A lot of Franklins, your bitch know I'm banked up (Heavyweight Hank, nigga)

Even come around the gang, you gotta get your rank up

Fake tough 'til we breathed on him (Headshot), he ain't say nothin'

Bad bitch, if want my time, she gon' pay for it

[Verse 2: C.M.L]

I took a couple losses, now I'm up a couple hundred wins

I can't hang it up until I'm up a couple hundred M's

Bumpin' into niggas in the function like your drunken friend

Steppin' like I'm God with the mob, they ain't touchin' them

'Cause I'm a boss and a shooter, nigga, pull up on a scooter nigga

Jump out with that ruler, put a hole in your medula, nigga

Slide up with my bitch and show her tits, I'm tryna full a nigga

'Cause I'm tired of all these suckers talkin' 'bout what they gon' do to a nigga

I'm sleepin' with my Draco, nigga, they hate me like I'm Drakeo, nigga

I got up out the pen' and got some M's, I can't hate on niggas

Break your eye socket like I'm Tyson, I don't play with niggas

And yeah, I be rappin' about that action, I'll face you, nigga

They worship me like Buddha, nigga, all my niggas shooters, nigga

Pull up to your block party with drumsticks and coolers, nigga

Lay up in your bushes with the homies, we some troopers, nigga

We spin like hurricanes when it get foggy like a sewer, nigga

[Verse 3: Blue Pesos]

We don't do the Judas niggas, we the truth, the proof is in it

50K in jewelry, so you know I keep the fully 'round me

I put my time into showboatin', my name is too legit

The homie got no chill, he hop out the car just shootin' shit

Fat bitches get dismissed, all I do is money getters

How the fuck you spend that much on ice and you just independent?

Twenty floors up with a bad bitch, my life lavish

Watch my shooters dribble down your block, it look like March Madness

One-nighters with Ling Ling and you was carjacking

You've been at it for ten years, but still a poor rapper

If I tell Nina to bust, she'll have an orgasm

I just told Toray to let the K off 'til his arm shatter

Puff, puff, I just sparked an opp up in a grabba leaf

Know you tired of them bums, baby, come and join the winning team

I know you tired of sipping on that green, it just don't hit the same

The truth forever, long live Mr. Big Bank Uchie Face

[Outro: Duffy]

OTM in first place, no, we don't do the pump fakin'

Had some down-bad days and now we up a hundred K

Put him in a 'Wood, leave a nigga in the ash tray

Draco with the wood, that last nigga got his ass spanked