[Intro: StanWill]

Yeah, huh, ayy

Yeah, five hunnid (It's Bluestrip, baby)

Yeah, ayy, five hunnid

Yeah

Five hunnid dollars for a

[Verse 1: StanWill]

Five hunnid dollars every step, bitch, my feet lavish

Two hunnid dollars every plate, bitch, I eat lavish

I'm in Walmart like voilà, bitch, this piece magic

Skrrt-skrrt when I'm in the Chally like I ballet dance

Drop a fluke check, I might fuck around and grab eight bands

Designer head wraps, twenty K's, we from Pakistan

Scam dancing, might scuff the Diors when I catch a ham

[Verse 2: BabyTron]

You can hear the wasp buzzing on it when the Scatty drift

Deep in that one mode, lil' bitch, the baggy zipped

Applе tightened up, grab ten 'forе they patch the glitch

Stop with that fake Fraud Bible, that shit blasphemous

Bounty on his head, we gon' treat it like it's Warzone

Up top, give him hangtime like some cornrows

I don't need the key, BNB with the door code

Two profiles with insurance, I got four phones

[Verse 3: TrDee]

I like the pussy how you like yo leggings, nice and tight

Looking for a bando with a addy, now my missus right

You don't usually fuck the first date but, shit, why not tonight?

Took him out the field, I'm sick that boy ain't have another stripe

Circle like some braids or yo clothes, gotta keep 'em tight

I was in the dark for 'bout a while, didn't believe in light

You can call Stan or BabyTron, they can get you right

You'll get shot think you turnt, don't let them get you hype

[Verse 4: StanWill]

We'll drop a hunnid shells, he better keep his taco ducked

Why these niggas rapping 'bout some chicken that they not gon' touch?

Catch you catching public transportation, I done stopped yo bus

Make him weave a 7.62 before he bob a punch

Got the neck, drop a tech, gang in Audemars Piguets

Drop a check, brodie bling-blinging like it's Johnny Test

Bitch is pressed, hunnid in my closet, bitch, I drip finesse

She said, "Boy, you looking like you swipe", got yo bitch impressed

[Verse 5: BabyTron]

Feel like Venom on the dark web with a pack a punch

Chop came playing, spent five just to pack a punch

In the field, call him "Mariota" 'cause we had him ducking

We gon' light you like some fucking buffs, try and snatch you something

All time leading scorer with it like Abdul-Jabbar

Came from a crumb, bench rider to a superstar

RC-XD, blow it up if we shoot yo car

Balaclava X ghillie suit, creeping through yo yard

[Verse 6: TrDee]

Crocs on with the fur, I think they insolated

Told yo bitch to put it in the air and then I penetrated

I done caught him in the same fit, I think he animated

You supposed to run it up and stack it, let me demonstrate it

Put the ball down but I'm still getting down the lane

Bro'll pull up shooting from afar, he got a inner-Dame

She like, "Dee, when I'm just with you, it do not feel the same"

They can't play with us, that's when they go and try to steal the game