[Intro: Young Buck]

You know what this is right?

Aye hand me that cup right there Z-Ro

Pour up

[Verse 1: Young Buck]

Mind on my money, I let everything go now

Everything's screwed up, everything's slowed down

All I do is swang on 'em, I'm Rick James on 'em

I buy cocaine on 'em, then buy a chain on 'em

Mane get your cup, we 'bout to go Lil Wayne on 'em

Force field, but my Gucci's didn't get a stain on 'em

Forty pills, all these hoes 'bout to take 'em on

Tell the DJ play the Z-Ro and the Bucker play some Bun

Whole club body rocking, bitch I'm Fat Pat

Bitch I'm Pimp C, I'm Project like Pat

I got it like that, my niggas on E, I fill 'em up

Yeah, I don't give a fuck, never have an empty cup

[Hook: Z-Ro]

Listen up, you'll never catch me with an empty cup

So with the lawyers behind I'mma take another cup

Hell nah, motherfucker, you know you can't hit my cup

Like these 8 bottles they cost you a couple hundred bucks

Hell nah, motherfucker, you know you can't hit my cup

Hell nah, motherfucker, you know you can't hit my cup

Hell nah, motherfucker, you know you can't hit my cup

Like these 8 bottles they cost you a couple hundred bucks

[Verse 2: Z-Ro]

My cup so muddy the soda don't even move

Make me spill it eventually end up on the evening news

Gangsta from head to toe, maybe dark or some kind of blue

But there's codeine in my cup whenever you see me fool

Niggas be lookin' shife, so I look shife back

Fuck is this? [?] ? Gimme my money right back

Or get a cereal bowl hole in your head

I bet you steal [?] in your bread

Drank drank everyday, if it ain't a pain is a [?]

That's the reason I can't stay up straight

Got my attitude like "Get out my face"

That's cause I'm a Drank Head baby

[Hook: Z-Ro]

Listen up, you'll never catch me with an empty cup

So with the lawyers behind I'mma take another cup

Hell nah, motherfucker, you know you can't hit my cup

Like these 8 bottles they cost you a couple hundred bucks

Hell nah, motherfucker, you know you can't hit my cup

Hell nah, motherfucker, you know you can't hit my cup

Hell nah, motherfucker, you know you can't hit my cup

Like these 8 bottles they cost you a couple hundred bucks

[Verse 3: Z-Ro]

Sippin' codeine (codeine)

It makes Z-Ro and Young Buck lean (make us lean)

We never been a hoe (no)

Been popping pint bottles since 1994 (yeah)

It's never gon' change (change)

Gone of Vicodins and Lorcets mane (Lorcets mane)

Down south we call 'em bean (bean)

And if you in my city hit me up if you wanna lean

[Hook: Z-Ro]

Listen up, you'll never catch me with an empty cup

So with the lawyers behind I'mma take another cup

Hell nah, motherfucker, you know you can't hit my cup

Like these 8 bottles they cost you a couple hundred bucks

Hell nah, motherfucker, you know you can't hit my cup

Hell nah, motherfucker, you know you can't hit my cup

Hell nah, motherfucker, you know you can't hit my cup

Like these 8 bottles they cost you a couple hundred bucks