[Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Rich Hood nigga, Pablo Juan nigga
You know what the fuck goin´ on, nigga
True story, no lie, three times
Let´s go

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Don´t call my phone unless you talkin´ money
My designer shoes in my closet a hundred grand
Send that bitch MIA, she come back with a tan
That ain´t my bitch, I leave her to the other man
Whip it up, they can´t believe it´s not butter man
Put a four in the twenty, we call it that muddy tan
We shoot with the chopper, make him do the running man
Fuck these bitches and stitches and fame, I want money man

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Stick on my hip, blue benjamin bankroll like a crip

Iced out, I need a quilt
Stuck in the slave days with the chains and the whip
Am I racist because I like all white bricks?
It´s a chicken race, we see the police and we buyin´ it
New racks, we do not do leases
I got M16´s, ain´t talkin´ ´bout bitches
My dope bell ringin´, my trap beat
Forty gram blunt like the seasons, at the Four Seasons
Fucked every bitch since I fuck ´em and leave ´em
Chopper´s a bitch, I might just start bleedin´
On Allah, I got more haters than Jesus
Complete the puzzle, you ain´t got all the pieces
So much money, take care of auntie and nieces
I fuck like the Energizer, just like Easter
I be on the best exotic good reefer

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Don´t call my phone unless you talkin´ money
My designer shoes in my closet a hundred grand
Send that bitch MIA, she come back with a tan
That ain´t my bitch, I leave her to the other man
Whip it up, they can´t believe it´s not butter man
Put a four in the twenty, we call it that muddy tan
We shoot with the chopper, make him do the running man
Fuck these bitches and stitches and fame, I want money man

[G Herbo]
Big G Herbo, I remember havin´ coke and dope
Mentally was in the kitchen mixin´ coke and dope

I was readin´, writin´ rhymes in my rap book
Fuck around, now I get a book of coke a show
I got fans out of Indiana, Kokomo
Big T´s comin´ straight from out of Tokyo
Cost a few G´s soon as I walked in the door
Cost me two G´s, that´s for my lil fit, you know
What it´s worth I spent a bag on my G-Fazos
But I still know how to swag in them penny loafs
Gucci, Louis, that´s my swag on the really though
Saint Laurents don´t gotta sag ´cause they fitted, bro

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Don´t call my phone unless you talkin´ money
My designer shoes in my closet a hundred grand
Send that bitch MIA, she come back with a tan
That ain´t my bitch, I leave her to the other man
Whip it up, they can´t believe it´s not butter man

Put a four in the twenty, we call it that muddy tan
We shoot with the chopper, make him do the running man
Fuck these bitches and stitches and fame, I want money man

[Tee Grizzley]
Bitch I´ll blow out your brains
Y´all niggas ain´t gang gang
Spent a whole thing on my chain
Used to cookin´, bag up ´caine
I´m on the west, free GeeWee, that´s my blooda, bitch
I´m on that east, posted in Brooklyn, free them Shmurdas, bitch
I´m in Houston with J Prince, shout out Mob
You gon´ hear ´bout a nigga gettin´ killed if I ever get robbed

Bitch, I ain´t tryna talk if you ain´t tryna slob
Platinum sellin´ artist, but I´ll put you on the news
Nigga, that´s on God

[Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Don´t call my phone unless you talkin´ money
My designer shoes in my closet a hundred grand
Send that bitch MIA, she come back with a tan
That ain´t my bitch, I leave her to the other man
Whip it up, they can´t believe it´s not butter man
Put a four in the twenty, we call it that muddy tan
We shoot with the chopper, make him do the running man
Fuck these bitches and stitches and fame, I want money man