[Project Pat] I got cheese, dope, and a fuckin´ bad bitch (Woo)
I got pills, weed, and a Draco with some clips (Woo) I´ma empty every round, then I´m reloadin´ the clip Caught your gal out here thottin´, fucked on that lil´ bitch
[Project Pat] Memphis niggas country niggas, and we want all the smoke (Uh-huh) Fuck with Hector and Gomez, man, we sell all the dope (Uh-huh) Call my lawyer Eric Morgan if I do get caught (Ooh) The best lawyer in the world, he gon´ get the charges dropped I got dawgs, they not strays Gold teeth, I got braids
Money train, niggas on they hustle, we tryna get paid (Ching ching) Pistol grip, .40 on the hip, shootin´ out the muzzle (Bang) Throw your gang sign in the air if you know ´bout the struggle Money blue like cuzzo Pull that strap like uh-oh I´ma shoot like for sure Try me a no-no All my niggas on go-go Fuck 12, fuck po-po One in the dome from Draco Head in pieces like puzzle (Ooh, ooh)
[Project Pat] I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin´ dope I got P´s, coke, and some killers at the door
Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter-ounce of blow What you need, bro, is to fuck with your boy
[Young Dolph] Ayy Slidin´ down 240, then got off on Airways (Trap) Headed to the hood with whole things for sale, man (Trap) You want a P or a motherfuckin´ bale, man? (Trap) When you pass that corner store, just make a left, man (Trap) I´m on Bowen Street (Trap), eighty P´s a week (Trap) Niggas runnin´ in and out, that´s how you know it´s me (Trap) Burglar bars on every window on the house (Ayy, who that right there?) Ain´t nothing in here but a scale and a couch (Yeah, yeah)
Narcotics ridin´ down the street, oh shit (Goddamn) I grabbed the money, went and threw it over the fence (Throw it next door) Too much money, this shit got me paranoid (Yeah, yeah) These niggas dummies, man, don´t make me send them boys
[Key Glock] Yeah South Memphis youngin´, you know how I´m comin´ (Glizzock) I been gettin´ money, turn nothin´ into somethin´ (Yeah) Phone line jumpin´ (Brrt), they booking´ me constantly (Okay) ´Cause this young nigga hotter than a fuckin´ oven (Hot, hot)
Chillin´ with your auntie (Ayy), smokin´ on some onion (Yeah) Her ass fat like an onion (Yeah), head bomb, atomic (Woah) Ridin´ ´round town in a brand new foreign (Skrrt) Then I got bored, put some Forgiatos on it (Yeah) I be Gucci´d down, but I´m still wearing Jordans (Yeah) I be iced out, bitch, my neck cost a fortune (Yeah) I be ballin´ out, I just came back from tourin´ (Yeah) And linked up with Pat ´cause he say he got some more
[Project Pat] I got cheese, hoes, and a bunch of fuckin´ dope I got P´s, coke, and some killers at the door
Hydro weed smoke, and a quarter-ounce of blow What you need, bro, is to fuck with your boy