[Intro: EST Gee]
(Ayoza, you wrong for this shit)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Lil Baby & EST Gee]
Yeah, used to want a hundred ’til I got it and it wasn’t enough
You can’t make a profit off a pound, then you can’t run with us
They act like they down, pick up the slang, but they ain’t one of us
You know I can’t be fucked with, neck and wrist don’t cost a hundred plus
I know how it feel to play that field, until you double up
I don’t care if she bought it from the doctor or a natural butt
The sex always better inside this half-a-million-dollar truck
[Verse 1: EST Gee]
Cullinan, if it ain’t no luck, then do it more than once
Different truck, that’s me in that Dawn right now, I’m pullin’ up
Solid, young, and rich as fuck, Geeski turned the city up
The realest and the richеst ones, you want to, but ain’t get enough
On Jacob in a pick-up truck, еn route to pick like sixty up
I fall in the pocket like a raw piece when you drop it
And I can get you rich from just bein’ ’round me if we partners
Remember feelin’ my loss, goin’ crazy, arguin’ with my faucet
Add some more cut, it ain’t lockin’, from the kitchen to the office
I’m the king, for sure the dada, I’m like Simba or Mufasa
Keep a stick like it’s a walker, you seem like you into gossip
I don’t wanna do no talkin’, get down, lay down only option
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[Chorus: Lil Baby & EST Gee]
Yeah, used to want a hundred ’til I got it and it wasn’t enough
You can’t make a profit off a pound, then you can’t run with us
They act like they down, pick up the slang, but they ain’t one of us
You know I can’t be fucked with, neck and wrist don’t cost a hundred plus
I know how it feel to play that field, until you double up
I don’t care if she bought it from the doctor or a natural butt
The sex always better inside this half-a-million-dollar truck
The sex always better inside this half-a-million-dollar truck
[Verse 2: EST Marti]
I’ve been gamblin’ for ten hours straight, I nodded on the dice
Got a dub on me, bro got a hundred, we still call that light
I might stalk her page, she lookin’ good, might just book a flight
Said her baby daddy her type, you with a Shiner, you’ll be alright
Do she love me ’cause my heart of gold? Maybe it’s the pape’
Wan’ be saved, well, it’s a bit too late, plus I can’t fit a cape
She want romance and dinner dates, I can’t get a break
I’m not father games, I only play how fast I fill a safe
I don’t wanna talk ’bout opps and hoes, just cash and businesses
Lawyer fees and sentences, the streets done got excessive shit
On the phone with Fatboy droppin’ tears, I heard him reminisce
Sellin’ boy, but he still love the girl, my bro a feminist
Got a million-dollar run in with three different drugs in me
I slept good with a six-figure bond, my bro’ll come get me
Fuck a like, I’m here to stay, but sorry, I don’t love any
I can’t guarantee your safety, please don’t come to my city
Got a grim tale for every stack, it’s a hundred in this trap
If I pay, it’s ’cause I wanted to, my hood love me a lot
Off the Xans, I thought I lost six grams, I blamed it on a thot
Asshole, I need to apologize, I found it in my sock (My bad)
Run it up, I’m on the clock, should be gone, I’m on the block
Eyes buggin’ out these clear frames, I’m sorry, I’m off a yacht
Got the cash, just give me thirty minutes, I’ll grab it from the spot
Got the cash, just give me thirty minutes, I’ll grab it from the, yeah (Marti)