Let the yopper rain down if you stop my pay
The Glock I spray, put 'em in the box I say
100K, get it out my safe
If you ain't talkin' money, boy, get out my face, hey
I'ma pull up in the Porsche with a hoe in that bitch
The Cayenne baby, gotta go foreign that bitch
I swear, I'm gon' meet my jugg, I'ma burn out the lot
You gettin', drug money, yeah we promotin' that shit

From my point, we sayin' it ain't an issue
Now I put up them trap bands on a bitch through
I talk to Roscoe every day like he ain't missin'
You ain't missin' shit, they droppin' shit in the trenches
I just dropped in the flame, and fucked up some Benjis
Money comin' and goin', you in that Bimmy
I got some hoes and they supported drinking chilly
I'm with some dudes on the scene in the Rolls Rizzy

Let the yopper rain down if you stop my pay
The Glock I spray, put 'em in the box I say
100K, get it out my safe
If you ain't talkin' money, boy, get out my face, hey
I'ma pull up in the Porsche with a hoe in that bitch
The Cayenne baby, gotta go foreign that bitch
I swear, I'm gon' meet my jugg, I'ma burn out the lot
You gettin', drug money, yeah we promotin' that shit

I gotta, top off it ain't for rent
Fuck a, tongue bitch I'm not a lick
Jump, jump up on that baby ribbit
No frog, but I came up out the motherfuckin' trenches
Dig it? Pimp her ride like Xzibit did it
Dig it? I'm in Japan like a fuckin' skillet
Do you dig it? She actin' tough but I know that she with it
Dig it? Dig it? She bought a cat I bought a jag kitty
I'm showin' love out in Magic City
Buy you a dub, I ain't talking twenties
You don't show no love, you were never with it
Raining bullets on your cars man I hope he with it
'Cause he gon' get it, oh yeah yeah yeah he gon' get it
I'm that boy yeah yeah but I'm not kiddin'
I asked her do she got a passport, she said if she didn't I would purchase it so what I asked for it

Let the yopper rain down if you stop my pay
The Glock I spray, put 'em in the box I say
100K, get it out my safe
If you ain't talkin' money, boy, get out my face, hey
I'ma pull up in the Porsche with a hoe in that bitch
The Cayenne baby, gotta go foreign that bitch
I swear, I'm gon' meet my jugg, I'ma burn out the lot
You gettin', drug money, yeah we promotin' that shit

Coming for the money the money lil nigga
Hangin' out the window gunnin, you runnin' lil' nigga
Ten scrates, I'm a baller no fumble lil nigga
Money over bitches forever, you don't want it lil nigga
Balmain sweat drips, sag on Givenchy boy that too many racks
Photo 650 three bitches in a mattress
Run the city like marathon, Backwoods stuffed with Chevron, shoot every gun, I never run
Trap 24/7 like the telethon, banging heavy metal call him Megatron
Miss me with the bullshit is what you better do, Boyz N' tha Hood, young nigga with a attitude
Bitches fuck, I give a fuck right now
Try me, the plug'll pull up right now
Nigga I could give a damn about your two cents,
'Cause you could front me fifty grand and a few bricks

Let the yopper rain down if you stop my pay
The Glock I spray, put 'em in the box I say
100K, get it out my safe
If you ain't talkin' money, boy, get out my face, hey
I'ma pull up in the Porsche with a hoe in that bitch
The Cayenne baby, gotta go foreign that bitch
I swear, I'm gon' meet my jugg, I'ma burn out the lot
You gettin', drug money, yeah we promotin' that shit

Copyright: Missing Link Music
Writer(s): Isaac Bivens, Jeffery Williams, Joseph Harris Jr, London Jae, Rahad Battle