[Intro]Yeah, pour some liquor, yeah, yeah, yeahFree my niggas, yeah, yeah, yeahPour some liquor, yeah, yeah, yeah(This shit, nigga, for real though), yeah[Verse 1]Man, I miss my nigga Greg, pour some liquor, yeah, yeahI got homies in the feds, free my niggas, yeah, yeahI just wrapped a hundred cash, zipped it in the air, yeahI'ma go fuck up a bag, know that ho can’t stand thatYeah, I got shooters but I'm duckin' shootersPop ’em up, they hit the homie sister, guess we both the loserPo-po pull me over with a half a kilo and a RugerI can't move the same, I gotta readjust how I maneuver[Chorus]I reminisce that feeling when I think about itA million in the bank, I used to dream about itNo heat up in the whip, I used to sleep up out itUp in the morning whippin' cocaina 'bout it, yeah, yeahI got bags, ho, is you fuckin' with me? Yeah, yeahTime to blast, ho, is you fuckin' with me? Yeah, yeahLet that yayo dry on the table, droppin' fat slabsPorsche Spyder look like a spaceship, they like, "Goddamn"[Verse 2]Ah, goddamn, I'm callin’ Lam’MoneyGram, go send the bail, I'm in a jamIn the jail, I’m in the cell, can't see the famSay my prayers, alhamdulillah, no bacon hamBacon ham, and cold salami, that's all they serve usStomach hurtin', the devil working, but I ain’t nervousBeat the verdict, but lost a milli', guess life ain't perfectWhippin' birdies, the devil working, but I ain't nervous[Chorus]I reminisce that feeling when I think about itA million in the bank, I used to dream about itNo heat up in the whip, I used to sleep up out itI take the pot and whip a Cuban link up out it, yeah, yeahI got bags, ho, is you fuckin' with me? Yeah, yeahWe can blast, ho, is you fuckin' with me? Yeah, yeahLet that yayo dry on the table, droppin' fat slabsPorsche Spyder look like a spaceship, they like, "Goddamn"[Outro]Yeah, pour some liquor, yeah, yeah, yeahFree my niggas, yeah, yeah, yeahPour some liquor, yeah, yeah, yeahFree my niggas, yeah, yeah, yeahSee, man, free that nigga, yeah, yeahHot dog, uhFree my nigga, yeah, yeahI know how it be, manYou know, pent down in that motherfucker, yeahI remember I was on, on bail and shit, you know what I'm sayin'?This, this, damn, the beat ran outFuck it, that's enough right thereFuck it, I ain't even gotta talk no shit
