[Intro]

YMP Cash

Aye, aye

[Chorus]

AR and I keep that bitch loaded

Pockets on fat, them bitches bloated

You got the blick, huh? Then show it

You get the money, huh? Then show it

Copped a new bag, then I'm a show it

On the goop, it got me movin' slowly

Glock got a strike, like we was going bowling

They bottin' they plays, like who you foolin'?

Walk in the club and I brought my tool in

No ID, I just walk right through it

Just got a check, and then I went blew it

I don't play games, and they should've knew it

Y'all better chill, yeah, y'all better cool it

Cause I got a chopper and that bitch got a cooler kit

Just like a backwood, you can go get lit, yeah

[Verse]

Fucked a bitch named Keisha, like it was Belly

Shots to the head, we don't do shots to belly

Money on my mind now I feel like Lil Wayne

Murder on my mind now I'm feelin' like Melly

Walk in the trap, and the gas you smell it

My bro got a Glock, but he a felon

If you run up he gone dump at your melon

I don't give a fuck about you or your feelings

I'm with Ant and we still dealing

I think that I lost my ceiling

Get the pints them I'm cracking the seal in

Now you know that I'm 'bout a go sip it

You got played by that bitch, cause you a simp man

Yellow lean, call it Bart Simpson

[Chorus]

AR and I keep that bitch loaded

Pockets on fat, them bitches bloated

You got the blick, huh? Then show it

You get the money, huh? Then show it

Copped a new bag, then I'm a show it

On the goop, it got me movin' slowly

Glock got a strike, like we was going bowling

They bottin' they plays, like who you foolin'?

Walk in the club and I brought my tool in

No ID, I just walk right through it

Just got a check, and then I went blew it

I don't play games, and they should've knew it

Y'all better chill, yeah, y'all better cool it

Cause I got a chopper and that bitch got a cooler kit

Just like a backwood, you can go get lit, yeah

[Outro]

AR and I keep that bitch loaded

Pockets on fat, them bitches bloated

You got the blick, huh? Then show it

You get the money, huh? Then show it

Copped a new bag, then I'm a show it

On the goop, it got me movin' slowly

Glock got a strike, like we was going bowling

They bottin' they plays, like who you foolin'?

Walk in the club and I brought my tool in

No ID, I just walk right through it

Just got a check, and then I went blew it

I don't play games, and they should've knew it

Y'all better chill, yeah, y'all better cool it

Cause I got a chopper and that bitch got a cooler kit

Just like a backwood, you can go get lit, yeah