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[Intro]
(Jose the Plug)

[Verse 1]
Guess who's back in the building?
I don't chase hoes, but I'm gon' chase these millions
If a n*gga know me, then you know I don't play
n*gga play on my top, then I'm blowin' all day
This Sierra twist fire, we been smokin' all day
n*gga told me keep it real and I told him always
A n*gga can't be picky, gotta get this sh*t in all ways
Diamonds on, I guess crime pays
Yeah starin' at the club, sticks on, got a clear view
Shinin' on these backstabbin' n*ggas in my rearview
Tell the waitress ten bottles again, she ain't hear you
Lamb chops, I don't need to see the menu
All these lights make me start to think of thе Cullinan
b*tch a sex slave, I done camе, make me c*m again
Got somethin' in the booth make a n*gga do the Running Man
n*gga wrist cost a hundred grand

[Chorus]
If you really hustle hard to get the racks, let me see your hands
If you got it on you now, let me see them bands
b*tch, if you got a nice booty, let me see that ass
These Amiris, baby, I don't do the cheaper pants
I'm tryna get some head on the spot, I don't need a dance
I'm tryna f*ck tonight, I ain't tryna be your man
Boy, I be helpin' n*ggas out, I don't need a hand
My lil' cousins hit my phone, he need a half a man
[Verse 2]
I forgot to pay my one lick, go hunt some lil' grams
Bro hit my phone, said he just seen my lil' yeah
My shooter asked if he was green and I told him, "Yeah"
I ain't even gotta put a dollar on a n*gga head
I ain't even gotta lift a finger and a n*gga dead
I ain't even gotta lift my wrist just to get some head
Don't tell me sh*t 'bout my ex, she a chickenhead
He a lucky b*tch if he make it to the 'spital
I got about eight of these new dogs in the kennel
We smokin' in the rental on the way to the South
Tell that broke-ass n*gga keep my name out his mouth
Don't say sh*t 'bout them racks if you can't pull 'em out
f*ck all that plain jane sh*t, bust it down
Don't be stingy with them racks, if she yours, ice her out
I might take her in, but I won't take her out
n*gga, if you make it in, I bet you won't make it out (Jose the Plug)

[Chorus]
If you really hustle hard to get the racks, let me see your hands
If you got it on you now, let me see them bands
b*tch, if you got a nice booty, let me see that ass
These Amiris, baby, I don't do the cheaper pants
I'm tryna get some head on the spot, I don't need a dance
I'm tryna f*ck tonight, I ain't tryna be your man