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[Intro: Drego] Meech, what it look like? Boy Meech [Chorus: Drego] Don't believe shit but the calculator Four in a twenty, dawg, got me daydreaming You heard that (Roof) can get you paid, nigga But if you get caught moving, that case different Don't believe shit but the calculator Four in a twenty, dawg, got me daydreaming You heard that (Roof) can get you paid, nigga But if you get caught moving, that case different [Verse 1: Beno] Woo, mama said, "Keep consistent paper" I picked the **** up from the station I told my young dawg just be patient Please bring that Wocky flavor Hit a nigga bitch just for hatin' Shut up, bitch, damn, why you say shit? I get a lot of love and some fakeness I guess the, woo, I'ma shake it She seen the molly on the table, said she wanna taste it [Verse 2: Drego & Beno] I told a nigga I gotta push the bag, I ain't waiting I just hit an opp bitch, I think, right on Grayton And I heard she had a friend, why you didn't say shit? Dawg, you boned, should've taped it The boys sell quicker, yeah, they love Raymond It's a lot of rounds, dawg, you ain't gotta aim it Swear I don't believe shit but this calculation [Chorus: Drego] Don't believe shit but the calculator Four in a twenty, dawg, got me daydreaming You heard that (Roof) can get you paid, nigga But if you get caught moving, that case different Don't believe shit but the calculator Four in a twenty, dawg, got me daydreaming You heard that (Roof) can get you paid, nigga But if you get caught moving, that case different [Verse 3: Beno] Don't believe shit, even the seals on the pint Don't believe shit but the Ben Frankies, right? Freaky hoes runnin' in and out my life I'm just sick, we just flushed the whole pint Pyrus from Inglewood, ride with Stacey 'nem They got Glock and FN's, boy, don't play with them I seen a thot in this bitch, I can't lay with it I almost broke my wrist tryna lock a bid He almost blew the bag tryna buy a bitch He almost lost his life tryna finesse a zip [Verse 4: Drego & Beno] I asked lil' baby, yeah, who hit it better than me? She wanted me to stop, I told her, "Let me finish" I can't believe these niggas thought they jeffin' to me I just believe these bitches far as I can see 'em Man, I'm all under the car, buy his rack a pen Soon as he come out, dawg wet his beater You ain't never took an L on the Justin Bieber Instagram hot as hell, I'm 'bout to grab a beeper Dawg talkin' wet as hell, I'm 'bout to grab the heater I can't believe these bitches, they be cappin' to me [Chorus: Drego] Don't believe shit but the calculator Four in a twenty, dawg, got me daydreaming You heard that (Roof) can get you paid, nigga But if you get caught moving, that case different