[Intro: Yella Beezy]

Bust down, bust down

Got everything off the bust down

Bust down, bust down, bust down

Got everything off the bust down, hey

Got everything off the bust down

My nigga throw me zones like a touchdown

Big old forty, yeah come and clutch now

Fuck around and get this bitch shut down

Silly ass bitches wanna fuck now

You want some pounds, boy I got a bus now

Throw it in the air, watch it come down

Got everything off the bust down

[Chorus: Yella Beezy]

Got everything off the bust down

My nigga throw me zones like a touchdown

Big old forty, yeah come and clutch now

Fuck around and get this bitch shut down

Silly ass bitches wanna fuck now

You want some pounds, boy I got a bus now

Throw it in the air, watch it come down

Got everything off the bust down

Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down

Bust down, bust down, got everything off the bust down

Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down

Bust down, bust down, silly ass bitch, you a bust down

[Verse 1: Yella Beezy]

Got everything off the bust down

Silly ass bitch, you wanna fuck now

And my niggas stuff it cut up now

Fuck around and get this bitch shut down

Got more loans than touchdown

Trap money comin' in clutch now

Silly bitches wanna try to cuff now

Silly bitches get off my nuts now

Stackin' this paper to the ceiling

Boy I'm tryna make me a killing

Got them niggas up in they feelings

You ain't gotta have hands, I know you feel me

Pussy niggas say they wanna kill me

Fresh when I'm steppin' in the building

Money stretch down like gildings

Know your bitch want sexual healing, hey

Baby won't you come and swing my way

Come and drive the pounds on the highway

Nigga say that he want a five piece

Say a nigga thank God that it's Friday, hey

Nigga money taller than a skyscrape

Got the eagle sittin' on my waist

Baby girl, no you're not my taste

But if you run a pound you can be my date, hey

Got the pack in on a Sunday, hey

Had them hoes gone on a Monday, hey

Had the bitch goin' up on a Tuesday, hey

And I knocked the bitch down on hump day, hey

They say they want a deck, tell 'em come play, hey

I'ma get rich bitch, one day, hey

Make twenty bands off one play, hey

Say I know it's finna be a fun day, hey

[Chorus: Yella Beezy]

Got everything off the bust down

My nigga throw me zones like a touchdown

Big old forty, yeah come and clutch now

Fuck around and get this bitch shut down

Silly ass bitches wanna fuck now

You want some pounds, boy I got a bus now

Throw it in the air, watch it come down

Got everything off the bust down

Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down

Bust down, bust down, got everything off the bust down

Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down

Bust down, bust down, silly ass bitch, you a bust down

[Verse 2: Trapboy Freddy]

Everything in here gettin' bust down

Runnin' through the zone like a touchdown

Law's at the door, everything gettin' flushed down

Stupid bitch call me, got a nigga like what now?

What now? what now? problems every week

Can't even meet 'cause the law's on the street

Got a couple pounds, came in last week

Extra gram [?] and the pot on my cheek

Right hand, left hand, do it no hands

Hit this shit again, tryna whip me a Benz

Trap one deep, I don't need no friends

Got the heart on the calendar, got the boys in the can

I was gettin' money ever since I was a pup

Onions stacked up, all black, hockey pucks

Cookin' up drop, got the yellow like piss

Had the thing bust down like my wrist, woo, hey

I got the pack for the low, you get the pack at the door

Back at the store, I had them stacks overload, too much weed, it can't close

I do magic with the bowls, too much traffic, gotta close, I can't go back bein' broke

I got them bands off the coke, I remember I had to trap at the store

Can't hang out if it ain't 'bout money

Bust down an onion, make fourteen hundred

Eight ball of soft gon' cost one-fifty

P's six-fifty of the midget, come get it

Thirty-nine hundred get you a Big Mac

[?] chopped up like Tic-Tacs

Front you a pack then a nigga won't switch

Quarter bricks two-fifty, ain't no extras

[Chorus: Yella Beezy]

Got everything off the bust down

My nigga throw me zones like a touchdown

Big old forty, yeah come and clutch now

Fuck around and get this bitch shut down

Silly ass bitches wanna fuck now

You want some pounds, boy I got a bus now

Throw it in the air, watch it come down

Got everything off the bust down

Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down

Bust down, bust down, got everything off the bust down

Bust down, bust down, bust down, bust down

Bust down, bust down, silly ass bitch, you a bust down