[Intro]

Evidence

Sha M

Double Gang

[Verse 1]

(Fuck it)

It's a whole lotta money, my nigga, I got it coming

And I'm really 'bout to step on y'all niggas, 'cause y'all be buggin'

And I'm drippin' with the sauce, 'cause I got chicken like a nugget

Everybody say I'm sick, I prolly need some Robitussin, nigga, fuck it though

Shorty tryin' to give me pussy, I don't want it though

And, I'm really going HAM, don't let us go on a fuckin' roll

Really got them bands, I'm 'bout to go do a fuckin' show

Really run the city, them pussy niggas be runnin' home

Yeah, I wear my Nikes to go get the check

And, I'm 'bout to drop a quarter on water to get these bitches wet

The money gettin' short, or my foot be goin' on niggas neck

Feel like Richie Porter, little bitch I feel like Money Mitch

(Money Mitch)

Yeah, on any regular day, I could make somebody do you dirty

That's a regular stain

If you ain't start off at the bottom you could never relate

If it's a problem, I could punch you niggas dead in the face

(Yep)

[Chorus]

They ain't doin' shit, these niggas only talkin

How the fuck they run the city when them niggas only walkin'

Smoke a nigga, wake-n-bake a nigga, early morning, uh

James Harden, Antetokounmpo, I'm really ballin'

Yeah, R.I.P. my nigga Beaver

R.I.P. to Brian, my nigga who was gettin pizza

I'ma do somebody filthy, somebody gonna have to clean up

I'ma hang them niggas up on a wall like Mona Lisa