Lyrics

[Intro: Duffy] (Hey Sauce, what you on?) Get dough, shit Talk a lot Shit [Chorus: Duffy] I get dough, press buttons, I don't really talk a lot I hop in and out of different foreigns, used to walk a lot No, you cannot taste what's in my cup 'cause this shit cost a lot If you don't know the truth by now, then it ain't shit to talk about He don't know 'bout OTM? Shit, we get kind of extra'ed out Came in the game trim, was ballin' in, we ballin' out See his whip, air it out, broke down a dweeb, just got out What's up in your double cup? If it ain't muddy, shit, pour it out [Verse 1: Duffy] These niggas love to run they mouth, shit, go ahead, we run up chips You're a ho, I need a ten to lock it in, and ain't no lockin' lips Don't start on shit 'cause I got blicky comin' off the hip Talkin' 'bout spendin'? Mention OTM 'cause we the ones that did Mr. Dribble on 'Em with Extentions, ain't no sockin' this Rami bust the Carti, I can't even see what time it is Worried 'bout no nigga poppin' it 'cause we've been poppin' shit You could tell I spent an awful lot of chip the way my diamonds hit Icy, heart Chrome, I turn blocks to chalk zones Might OD bro this lil DJ if he play the wrong song Ball hard as Jim Jones, and I don't got no Timbs on Baby, these is Rick Owens, they is not no Retros [Chorus: Duffy] I get dough, press buttons, I don't really talk a lot I hop in and out of different foreigns, used to walk a lot No, you cannot taste what's in my cup 'cause this shit cost a lot If you don't know the truth by now, then it ain't shit to talk about He don't know 'bout OTM? Shit, we get kind of extra'ed out Came in the game trim, was ballin' in, we ballin' out See his whip, air it out, broke down a dweeb, just got out What's up in your double cup? If it ain't muddy, shit, pour it out [Verse 2: Blue Pesos] Double park in front, I don't even need a parking spot Slit both my wrists and held the left one with a Carti watch He tried to beef with us and we turned him into chopped cheese Get your mans some help, he lookin' bad, he steady sippin' green Piece on Ben & Jerrys, we don't do the ten-carat Thousand-dollar kicks, but I'm still a pro I hip fences You can't afford her, lil' bro, she's just too expensive Guarantee you won't prosper tryna go against me P always down to go to war, so I keep extensions No stocks, long mops, that nigga P be so picky You with the oinkers, I ain't got a word for Chief Wiggims You ain't a thug, you a coward, but you could keep attention [Chorus: Duffy] I get dough, I press buttons, I don't really talk a lot I hop in and out of different foreigns, used to walk a lot Yeah, what's in my cup, this shit cost a lot If you don't know the truth by now, then it ain't shit to talk about, nigga [Outro] Fuck goin' on, nigga? Nigga got it Off The Mussle