[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]

I remember at first everybody was sleeping on me

I tried to wake 'em up, but they still went Tempur-Pedic on me

My nigga milli is to free the homie

How the fuck can I go to jail with all these baby Jesus' on me?

Reefer on me, visa on me, 40 on me, money on me

Bitches on me, niggas lonely cause I got they ho now

Wait a minute, slow now

Roll that, four cars deep and switching lanes on 'em

Color coded paint on 'em, fuck it, go insane on 'em

All white bucket interior look like cocaine, homie

Bitches ain't fucking for free if you met 'em at the flame, homie

Damon Wayan shame on 'em

I ain't lift a weight, but pounds gain on 'em

My number still the same, homie, if you want no thing from me

You can still get it for the same number

Or cheaper because you know a nigga been check

Up, bitches are the only thing I'm benchpress

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign, Rich Homie Quan & Lil Durk]

Girl, bust it open for 'em, real one (Yeah, squa')

Take it to the floor like I spilled some (Skrr, skrr)

Pick it up for me real slow (Hey)

I can tell that you’re a pro (Hey hey)

Dollar $ign from L.A, this a freestyle (Freestyle, esskeetit)

Just look at my outfit, I’m the shit

I ain’t even rhyme, I don’t give a shit (Give a shit)

Me and Rich Homie, man, we been the shit (Hey)

Caught my nigga Durk in Chicago

My young nigga got all the hoes

My nigga Drama up in ATL (ATL)

Everywhere I go you smell that weed smell (Weed nigga)

Taylor Gang Pushaz Ink and you negro (Negro)

Aye, you hear me on the stereo

Your bitch see me on that video (For real)

And I bet she gon’ go

[Interlude: Rich Homie Quan]

Got a girl, gon’ go

I said got a girl, we gon’ go

We got a girl, gon’ go

[Verse 3: Lil Durk]

These niggas is bitches, getting info from bitches

Go and tell it to the piggies I'm trying to get riches

And stand on that business

Free bro niggas stitching my kings, I was over

And you lucky one penny, I put two in his lemon

This 4-5 lemon, extended clip for his niggas

He ain’t shit to his niggas, we don't hesitate

From Quan to Ty, opps ain't never safe

Roll out the Glocks and we real with the apes

Blue jewel on the opps, no clue as he dies

ACG free the guys shirt, don’t fuck with the rock

I’m on the block, hoping my tape don’t flop

And it go gold when it drop

I’m not a liar, stuck T in them baggies

And we risking indictment trying to get flyer

Been to first class ticket and united 300 to Riot

Murder, murder, kill kill

In a jam I never squeal

Label only time I deal

I fuck with G’s , B’s, Mos, Kings, Snakes, Fo’s

And other niggas of the mill

Nigga, you don’t know how hunger feel

Treating about a hundred mill on the corner with hundred pills

Got the money...

Took them 20 years

And they still doing 20 years

And they ain’t ever seeing 20 years

[Outro: Rich Homie Quan]

Shoutout to XXL, ayy

Shoutout to XXL

Shoutout to XXL, ayy

Shoutout to XXL