[Intro] Glah, Glah, Boom Get Money Bizzy, uh, look
[Verse 1] Still up on the block (Still up on the what) Still got thirty shots Still got hella knocks They know how we rock (Glah, glah, glah) Uh, Still up bending blocks Still up make it hot This shit ain't gon' stop, uh (Facts) Fuck on any thot They let my shooter out the box Yeah you know Mauley on the rock Uh, These nigga's know we don't play This ain't no rap money this designer weed and a bunch of sba This be that trap money get you slap money Got your bitch all up in my face I'm just stuck up in my ways Wearing Gucci like it's J's We ain't get no [?] I got shooters with me on court shooting like they be up in the A Nigga's with me wanna be ball players now they rapping everyday Started with a blunted hayes (With a blunted hayes) Now my spliff full of dead nigga's Leeky gonna smoke em' to the face Just to wild nigga with some money now do a hit up out the wraith, uh Sticks we got a bunch of them (Got a bunch of them) Ah, ah, yeah that's cuz and them (Ayoo cid, like) Who them nigga's we don't fuck with them He jacking what he a double ten [Chorus] We done spinned and did a bunch of shit I can never say wassup to them All the opp nigga's suck a dick Bitch we still getting money Hella waves in this bandemic Amiri sagging with some bands in it Shorty trynna put her hands in it
[Verse 2] Glock on me got a stance with it, uh So you know I can't dance Dior shipment gotta come in from France She wanna fuck but she don't got a chance, like Uh, I see these nigga's trynna copy waves You will get boxed for trynna come and fade We callin' [?] to get you out the way, he might say a joke but he ain't trynna play, like, uh (Glah, glah, boom)
[Chorus] We done spinned and did a bunch of shit I can never say wassup to them All the opp nigga's suck a dick Bitch we still getting money Hella waves in this bandemic Amiri sagging with some bands in it Shorty trynna put her hands in it