[Intro]
(Rell on the track)
(Michigan Meech)
[Verse 1: BandGang Biggs]
At the register, checkin' out these giffies with a ham
He ain't even see me jam, he too busy gettin' scammed
I'm like a predator, I'm preyin', he don't look down at my hand
'Cause these numbers don't match with the numbers on my BIN
I'm the sauce man, sauce man, yeah, that's me
I got sauce for the cheap, but you can't get it for the free
I'm the boss man, boss man, bitch, that's who I be
Let a nigga play with me, I'ma get on T-I-P
First I call Rose, I'm like, "Meet me at the spot"
Make sure the feds ain't watchin', 'cause the block been hot
Then I call Mas, I'm like, "Let me hold the chop"
'Cause if a nigga pull up trippin', I'ma burn down nigga's block
Next, I call Lonnie, I'm like, "Pull up in that Monty"
We gon' do a hundred miles if them bitches get behind me
When I put this play together, I can't let 'em do it sloppy
I'ma make a million dollars with my niggas right behind me
So now we at the table and we cookin' up these numbers
If this play go right, we gon' ball all summer
I looked at bro, bro looked back at me, I said, "It's time to eat"
We hit the road and paid a couple tolls and ran it up for weeks
[Verse 2: AllStar Lee]
All that "leave a rapper" shit, yeah, that's cool (Whatever, nigga)
Real trappers through your city, bet they know about me
Is you a killer or a clout chaser? I'm confused
'Cause real steppers from your hood never heard about you (Made up)
Cuban on, bust presi', shit a water fountain
You never in your life ever made twenty thousand
My niggas havin' years we was parked in they garages
Brick mile, nigga, everything around me solid
Yeah, four zips of girl for my cold, bitch, that's 'caine talk
Four bricks of girl what my motherfuckin' chain cost
Slappin' all day, hit Ace of Spade and have a rainoff
Ain't talkin' cereal, but that flake got a nigga frost
Been on missions, done sat in niggas' bushes with blowers like nah
Don't get to shootin' yet, get close up on him
My left-right foot step with soldiers
Need security 'cause hoes be on us, got K's for our opponents, you hear me?
[Verse 3: BandGang Javar]
You better off with me than H&R Block
I got the tax sauce, get 40K off one wap
And I be at lines, imagine what I make off one stop
Ain't worried 'bout gettin' flicked with it, cars faster than the cops
I am not a dog walker, I don't chase bitches
I mean, I fucked a couple times, but I don't date bitches
No Diddy, they be on my ass like a gate nigga
I realized if you just chase the money, women chase niggas
I got more paper than the public library
You take one pin, and you gon' end up where the opps buried
One man's trash the bitch another nigga might marry
I get out her mouth, throw her some money like the tooth fairy
I've been gettin' in the club since I was seventeen
I ain't had no ID, I had a lot of cheese
You've been plottin' all night waitin' on me to leave
But I got in with the stick, blew him to smithereens
[Verse 4: Po Campaign]
Account, legends say it's better to wire
Crypto, no face 'cause these niggas wear wires
Lamb' tires cost a fortune, what the fuck is a problem?
Niggas die, case closed, rich nigga with options
Call options, Tesla, killers eager with Musk
Gettin' money is a must, that's why they hate my guts
'Cause they can't sit around and leech, I don't spare blood
Pick a side, then you can stay wherever you was
When I was walkin' big yard, spinned the walk-in closet
Dior runners and Alexander McQueen boxes
You ain't gotta be my bitch, you can be my lil' baby
Long as you loyal, then you can be a lil' crazy
Cuttin' up shit, just not fabrics or cotton
Ribbons, let's franchise it, get your boutique poppin'
Wrist rocky, neck rocky, opps even rockier
Somewhere in the dirt, I know where it hurt
Road full of smurfs, live on the PJ
You see a runway, then you won't use another freeway
Everything cost, feds talkin' inflation
Better own some resources, or it's back to the basement
That broke shit vanished, times hit Nick Cannon
Ownership, come and board the ship