[Intro: Smoke dza]
Yeah
Yeah
Really
Uh
[Verse 1: Smoke dza]
I gave 'em seventeen, I'm back clickin'
Two brand new hoes, I'm Chad trippin'
Or Lou Will-in', if you willin'
Summertime, drop the top, don't do ceilings
Mob style, killers perched on few buildings
I won't let 'em jfk me (Nah)
Trey-pound boom like kd
Shots make you dance like jt
Everything in sync, clap to the click, click
Before the body drop, I probably got a thottie with some pack or some drinks
Middleman, nobody jacking your links
You an internet nigga, nobody care what you actually think
I'm at the spot, not your events
I was handling a lick, you was on the 'Gram talking to my flicks
I ignored you, now you salty and you sick
Niggas actin' like they made me like they deserve a portion of my flip
Like when I lost forty they helped offset the hit
Hmm, never amigo
Had to move them pounds like keto
Reality rap, no egos
You can't find these visuals on Vevo
[Chorus: Smoke dza]
And we came to get this money like we 'posed to do
Cheers to the hustlers, toast to you
If you mad and broke, then you 0 for 2
You gon' get the bag or you gon' be emotional?
Don't let opportunity miss and hit who's close to you
Make sure you get your just due
[Verse 2: benny the butcher]
Yo, I put a shooter on your block, niggas fleeing for cover
Back when moving grams to suckers was my bread and butter
No plan, I broke bread, my whole fam was struggling
Do a lot of stunting but you never fed your brothers
You ain't like me (Nah)
I took them trips by myself to put my team on
'Cause fuck bein' rich by myself
Penthouse views
Big loud jewels keep talking, nigga, this fifth got a big mouth too
No lie, trap stupid, I could quit by noon
Just how I'm payin', I could have 'em rich by June
Ah, they want me back in the pen'
Load so heavy, caught a flat in the Benz (Damn)
Bricks was thirty, I was taxin' 'em ten
Every hustler guaranteed to make back what they spend
Y'all talk dope, but y'all all broke
What you know about thirty in a Carhartt coat? (Fuck you know about that?)
Real shit, all of quotes
Last month I hit a number I never saw off dope
[Chorus: Smoke dza]
And we came to get this money like we 'posed to do
Cheers to the hustlers, toast to you
If you mad and broke, then you 0 for 2
You gon' get the bag or you gon' be emotional?
Don't let opportunity miss and hit who's close to you
Make sure you get your just due
