[Verse 1: Terrance Moore]

When Mont Dizzy Gillespie, Veteran young Makaveli

And Terrance Moore hit record you can pour the confetti

More than ready, we willing

To take the game like a villain

Spilling whiskey on the wooden floor

Working hard we tryna blow

Hickies all up on her throat

She loves that sensual shit

But I ain't always got time for it

The sheen on that wristwatch a clean ass sign of it

The time that is

When I'm bombing shit, back off

I'll never quit, cause that's soft

When bagging broads, I'm a rebel without a cause

Don't need your applause

Like a wrecking ball

Breaking walls down

If we talking 'bout $10 million, what the fuck is six spent

To get my Mom a brand new house, full bank account and fresh kicks

Uh, I'm sticking to the G code

Cause all the people we know

Are good people, but bad negroes

Had equals, but now they zeroes

Fight like LaMotta, for deniro I'm De Niro

Lead actor pose, you already know

Principle photography, hope everybody see the show

Don't need no gold to glow, master speaker flow

Grab the weed and blow

I need to quit, cause everything I speak is dope

Til my crowd crazy big, like they tryna see the pope

My delivery, get the cheese, 'til my dough roll like a pizza store

[Hook] x2

I don't wanna make trouble

I'm just tryna leave the struggle

Yeah

And scared money don't make no money

If I ever rob dog, bet I take your money

Wassup

[Verse 2: Veteran]

Oh shit, who that be?

Be that nigga V-E-T

Infinitely repping R-E-T-R-O

You know, and they know

And she knows, and he knows

Bet I been teaching them, the GPA's only a 2.0

Fuck 'em though

Cause it's we with that degree on how a emcee spits the heat

We been waiting on that bread, we been built our bakery

With our booming ass business, and the business is the truth

Truthfully, I'm realizing that the 'Brons match the coupe

White body, red trim, I'm blowing up the finish line

Tomorrow I'll begin, cause you're needing all the time

Watch as a nigga roll, the weed be at it's finest

The world couldn't find us, shit them niggas was behind us

These haters call me highness, they hate it

They love the fact the rap industry has yet to pay us

But they stacking up our racks

Our racks on top of racks

Our racks with money and the racks with women scratching backs

I'm giving her that chocolate like she ordered Starbucks frap-

Pacino equals me, I won't get shot in the back

Crew's ready to attack, to make your bone snap

You sleeping on me, you'll have to see your chiroprac-

A spine is what these pussy ass niggas really lack

These troublemakers start to hack this beat with an axe

[Transition: Terrance Moore]

Take your money

Wassup

[Verse 3: Mont Doe]

Troublemaker, I am

Bread like Anita Baker

Sweet loving, I'm kicking

You can call it David Akers

I don't give two fucks

Throw up both my middle fingers

Making all these bitches wet, I'm like an R&B singer

Know I'm smashing these hoes, I'm gone end up in the sheets

And I'm smashing these flows, I'm like Hulk up on these beats

All these calls coming in, they forward to my secretary

Picking six of these hoes, who fucking with my secondary

Nobody, know you seen that Maserati

Or that black and white Bugatti

Doing endoes on Ducatis

Blowing indo (indo)

Killing instrumentals

Fresh like Mentos, that's your car, nah that's rental

Every single night, yeah I'm out here on the grind

Kinda think I'm going crazy, but my Moms tells me I'm fine

Aw, yeah

Yeah my Moms tells me I'm fine, but she my Moms

So she say that, but I kinda think she lying

Yet, I'm still up in this club, watching all these hoes walk by

Spot a bad chick in leopard she a wild kind of fine

Wassup

[Hook] x2

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]

Don't start no shit, won't be no shit

Don't start no shit, won't be no shit

Bring your body where nobody can see, yeah