[Intro]

We doing this baby

Oh shit! What the fuck happened?

Nah, man, nah

Nah this what I'ma do

I'ma get on the phone one time

Stupid, yo, ayo, ayo

[Verse]

Why this shit ain't cooking up right, Papi told me this is solid white

Fuck it wrap it up take it back up

Still in all it's a play out

Tired of spending money, might get them niggas laid out

Yo, yo, Fernando sent me, yo, stop acting hostile, yo

And, yo, don't point that shit at me

Bad enough I got to come in the crib

You spanish niggas using languages and shit, I'm feeling like a dick

Left the crib with my hand brolic

This is some bullshit, might get knocked take the wrist coward

Yo, Fernando, what happened?

Shit cooking up backwards light up a Backwood, don't make me backtrack

Blew it, dime it, the yayo, lay low

Saying in my mind, fuck that, papi gotta pay, yo

Cash Rules the Power Rule chant it

Yo Louis this ain't our product, this is Carlos family

Oh y'all wanna play me like a smoker, coming out my ice choker

My man in the back, looking colder

Papi yo why y'all wanna juxx me

Yo listen B, we got the best clientele since '83

Fuck it, pull out the pot let's cook it

Light the stove up, Julie go to the store get some flour

Sat back burning a big dutch

With the crisp 18 shot Glock stashed in my nuts

Poured it in the Pyrex sizzling, now it start drizzling

Rainy day murder, black won't miss him

Still I'm yelling this shit is business

But they still ain't gon' violate what I stand for with these drizzlers

He took it off the stove run the water, tryna work me, yo

Knew I shouldn't've hit the nigga daughter

He mighta showed more love than

Went in the freezer and broke the ice down, pour it in

We both looking at it on the twirl around, particles grew

Fly Kahlúas is mad sliding Coronas through

Feeling like Castro's cousin

Gave them niggas all of my life, all of my paper, all my judgement

It droppa only like an ounce worth

Should I just come out my shirt, go berserk and let the MAC squirt

Skate off body in the Bronx, same shit Gotti was on

Shallah they gonna get yours, play it calm

Seventeen five was the total

Plus the five hundred for the cab driver that was rolling (Yo)