[Money Man]
When that chopper spit, it sound like music to my earlobes
My lil´ nigga ran out of bullets in his stick, I told him reload

Bought my cousin a Louis puffer for his birthday ´cause the streets cold
Better keep your blower on the East, these niggas too foul
You better keep extendos in your Glock so you don´t run out
That nigga tried to flee, but like a cheetah, he got ran down
Where I´m from, you gotta be a man, it ain´t no handouts

[Money Man]
Niggas ain´t authentic, they just lies, they can´t fool the kid
Nah, that bitch don´t love a nigga for real, she tryna use the kid
I can feel the dark side tryna come and pollute my mind

If you scared, then stay inside the house, ´cause outside, niggas dyin´
Bondin´ with my killers, makin´ sure that we spend time together
Ain´t nobody snitchin´ in this circle, we´ll do time together
Turn this bitch to Squid Games and make a nigga kill his partner
Attachments on that handgun make it look like it´s a baby chopper
We finna blitz on these niggas for real
You can get snatched if you playin´ the field
He a liability, I know he gon´ squeal
Don´t appreciate you when you keepin´ it real
Time to pop shit, I was humble too long
It´s too late to beg when them weapons is drawn
Keep the ´za, I´m online when they call
BC the Circle, forever gon´ ball

Gotta stay solid, we never gon´ fall
Tryna stay free, so we duckin´ the law
20K blew, we just tore down the mall
Only the gang, we not fuckin´ with y´all
Pull out the fire, now they lookin´ appalled
Lil´ vibe with me and she look like a doll
Just caught the play, it was me and my dogs
If they would´ve tried, then we would´ve let off, yeah

[Money Man]
When that chopper spit, it sound like music to my earlobes
My lil´ nigga ran out of bullets in his stick, I told him reload
Bought my cousin a Louis puffer for his birthday ´cause the streets cold
Better keep your blower on the East, these niggas too foul

You better keep extendos in your Glock so you don´t run out
That nigga tried to flee, but like a cheetah, he got ran down
Where I´m from, you gotta be a man, it ain´t no handouts

[G Herbo]
Yeah, in my hood, I´m the man now
Only thing we passin´ out is Glocks, ain´t no handouts
Thirty shots against your thirty shots, it´s a standoff
He can´t hustle, we hit him with a bundle, then he ran off
What´s the number? Get up in that huddle and we cash out
Plenty drugs, give ´em to my uncle, it´s a pass out

Havin´ racks, we ain´t worried ´bout that until the last one out
Real thrax, they gon´ come right back ´cause they passin´ out, what´s the demo?
And we handle business, uh, yeah, what´s the bino?
Money real long, went from bus to limo
Team real strong, got a bunch of ´stendos
And we in some rentals, turn, drop the window
Folks was teachin´ me ´bout poles, but learned what I didn´t know
Ayy, Money Man, I know ´bout ´bows, but I don´t know ´bout crypto
Deep in these streets, they´ll take your soul if you don´t got no grip, though
And we ain´t killin´ ´bout no hoes, you get killed ´bout your lip, though
We quick to let that switch go because

[Money Man]
When that chopper spit, it sound like music to my earlobes
My lil´ nigga ran out of bullets in his stick, I told him reload
Bought my cousin a Louis puffer for his birthday ´cause the streets cold
Better keep your blower on the East, these niggas too foul
You better keep extendos in your Glock so you don´t run out
That nigga tried to flee, but like a cheetah, he got ran down
Where I´m from, you gotta be a man, it ain´t no handouts