Lyrics

[Intro: Duffy] I still catch plays (peso, how you do that?) Big business, I ain't into playin' kid games I'm in the foreign movin' in and out the fast lane I'm nervous, I just took my 40 on her first date [Chorus: Duffy] OTM in first place, no, we don't do the pump fakin' Had some down-bad days and now we up a hundred K Put him in a 'Wood, leave a nigga in the ash tray Draco with the wood, that last nigga got his ass spanked A lot of Franklins, your bitch know I'm banked up Even come around the gang, you gotta get your rank up Fake tough 'til we breathed on him, he ain't say nothin' Bad bitch, if she want my time, she gon' pay for it [Verse 1: Duffy] If she can't, then that's gon' have to take a rain check Caught one, he caught some hollow points and now he braindead I got Tris' spillin' out my cup, it's just straight meds I got real killers, logged in, you know we break bread 'Fore you speak on me and mine, put some respect on it He ain't stand on business, so my niggas went and stepped on him Young CEO, no, we ain't worried 'bout the next nigga Lavish living, in the booth with C.M.L., nigga [Chorus: Duffy & C.M.L] OTM in first place, no, we don't do the pump fakin' Had some down-bad days and now we up a hundred K Put him in a 'Wood, leave a nigga in the ash tray Draco with the wood, that last nigga got his ass spanked A lot of Franklins, your bitch know I'm banked up (Heavyweight Hank, nigga) Even come around the gang, you gotta get your rank up Fake tough 'til we breathed on him (Headshot), he ain't say nothin' Bad bitch, if want my time, she gon' pay for it [Verse 2: C.M.L] I took a couple losses, now I'm up a couple hundred wins I can't hang it up until I'm up a couple hundred M's Bumpin' into niggas in the function like your drunken friend Steppin' like I'm God with the mob, they ain't touchin' them 'Cause I'm a boss and a shooter, nigga, pull up on a scooter nigga Jump out with that ruler, put a hole in your medula, nigga Slide up with my bitch and show her tits, I'm tryna full a nigga 'Cause I'm tired of all these suckers talkin' 'bout what they gon' do to a nigga I'm sleepin' with my Draco, nigga, they hate me like I'm Drakeo, nigga I got up out the pen' and got some M's, I can't hate on niggas Break your eye socket like I'm Tyson, I don't play with niggas And yeah, I be rappin' about that action, I'll face you, nigga They worship me like Buddha, nigga, all my niggas shooters, nigga Pull up to your block party with drumsticks and coolers, nigga Lay up in your bushes with the homies, we some troopers, nigga We spin like hurricanes when it get foggy like a sewer, nigga [Verse 3: Blue Pesos] We don't do the Judas niggas, we the truth, the proof is in it 50K in jewelry, so you know I keep the fully 'round me I put my time into showboatin', my name is too legit The homie got no chill, he hop out the car just shootin' shit Fat bitches get dismissed, all I do is money getters How the fuck you spend that much on ice and you just independent? Twenty floors up with a bad bitch, my life lavish Watch my shooters dribble down your block, it look like March Madness One-nighters with Ling Ling and you was carjacking You've been at it for ten years, but still a poor rapper If I tell Nina to bust, she'll have an orgasm I just told Toray to let the K off 'til his arm shatter Puff, puff, I just sparked an opp up in a grabba leaf Know you tired of them bums, baby, come and join the winning team I know you tired of sipping on that green, it just don't hit the same The truth forever, long live Mr. Big Bank Uchie Face [Outro: Duffy] OTM in first place, no, we don't do the pump fakin' Had some down-bad days and now we up a hundred K Put him in a 'Wood, leave a nigga in the ash tray Draco with the wood, that last nigga got his ass spanked