[Verse 1: Kemo]

Ugh I'm screaming pussy check the background

This ain't wrestling I still lay the smack down

So fuck shank beef I bring the strap round

Busy on the Lizzie I seen more than a red band

There's always broke niggas saying they wanna dead man

And start snitching when them boy see the fed van

You're not on it still following them man

Better hit the floor when you pussies see my leng man

One G don't need no ten man

And it's certified he's gonna let seven bang

That's six in your body one in your melon

Chilling with my niggas counting money, smoking lemon

Ugh I'm from the Eastside

With a bad B I call hun 'cah she fly

She's a ride or die pass the ting let me deep fry

Let the heat fly leave you on the street side

Ready getting money with my niggas fuck a cheap boy

Where I'm from if you get caught it's peak boy

Twenty-five eight no sleep boy

My Roleys submariner life deep boy

Can't slip when you're living in the sea boy

Only time I go to the bottom is to the weed boy

Sunday in a trap house cutting shapes no aquarium

Bitches on my Rolex why'd you think I'm wearing it

Ugh tell that pussy keep staring then

Big four-fizzy you'll be staring then

Cock it back and blaow where he went

All my niggas on some scary ting

Ugh

So they know this

Chilling on the blocks on my own tip

[Verse 2:Potter Payper]

We get money so we celebrating

Cos I was dead broke I was devastated

Now you could get a box on some MMA ting

Or you could get dropped relegated

In the trap house cutting down a load of punk

Only reason you got peng 'cah we sold you one

Don't bother asking what the soldier done

Terry tried coming with five pennies and a load of ones

So I sent him back i'm on an extensive trap

I got lemon like Lemsip packs

I was up in Ayelsbury working on my chest and back

Now i'm fresh home just looking for a lengthy stack

Still gotta dodge jakes

Cah I still got zed shots selling like hotcakes

I was up in Chelmsford working on the hot plate

Potters on some shit like a prostate

Nought seven gram shots looking like frost flakes

And i got dirt wraps colour of Beyonce

The line fires on an off day that's a 3000 Andre

You ain't Jim Conway

I get long money I don't get that shit the long way

Cah my line bangs on an off day

Dargy on an on day listen that's an Andre

Andre 3000 i'm on the roads like i need housing

I run the bush I don't beat round it

I'm in the deep end but who's drowning

Long money imma keep counting