[Hook: Shad da God]
Hold up, pull up in a Wraith like Dolph, woo
Chrome stick like golf clubs
All you hoes takin' off, we got everything to purchase, the soft
Party pack takin off, party pack got the b*tch goin off
Everybody lock jaw, all my n*ggas from the street layin' low
They heard the AMG exhaust
Now these hoes wanna put their mouth on the boss
I would never trust the b*tch
I refuse to take a motherf*ckin' loss
She ain't even see me geeked
I refuse to take them Cartiers off
[Verse 1]
I got that bag on me always
I use to serve in them hallways
Posted with n*ggas with long K's
Keep my some n*ggas that gone spray
Went from a deuce to a four a day
Pour a four of act inside a Fanta Grape
Oh girl I can't resist I love the taste
Got me flexin' bankrolls in these b*tches face
Got them f*ckin in second switchin place
Top shotta, its time to celebrate
Its inside but we gettin hella cake
Money get tall just watch the sh*t elevate
Broke n*ggas hell yeah they
I'mma get what these n*ggas never ever make
In the trap without a trap I'm forever straight
LG doin a hundred on the interstate
[Hook: Shad da God]
Hold up, pull up in a Wraith like Dolph, woo
Chrome stick like golf clubs
All you hoes takin' off, we got everything to purchase, the soft
Part pack takin off, party pack got the b*tch goin off
Everybody lock jaw, all my n*ggas from the street layin' low
They heard the AMG exhaust
Now these hoes wanna put their mouth on the boss
I would never trust the b*tch
I refuse to take a motherf*ckin' loss
She ain't even see me geeked
I refuse to take them cars exhaust
[Verse 2]
I was trappin out a loft
Tried to cross me, I'm boss
[Hook: Shad da God]
Hold up, pull up in a Wraith like Dolph, woo
Chrome stick like golf clubs
All you hoes takin' off, we got everything to purchase, the soft
Part pack takin off, party pack got the b*tch goin off
Everybody lock jaw, all my n*ggas from the street layin' low
They heard the AMG exhaust
Now these hoes wanna put their mouth on the boss
I would never trust the b*tch
I refuse to take a motherf*ckin' loss
She ain't even see me geeked
I refuse to take them cars exhaust
[Verse 3]
[Hook: Shad da God]
Hold up, pull up in a Wraith like Dolph, woo
Chrome stick like golf clubs
All you hoes takin' off, we got everything to purchase, the soft
Part pack takin off, party pack got the b*tch goin off
Everybody lock jaw, all my n*ggas from the street layin' low
They heard the AMG exhaust
Now these hoes wanna put their mouth on the boss
I would never trust the b*tch
I refuse to take a motherf*ckin' loss
She ain't even see me geeked
I refuse to take them cars exhaust