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Lyrics

[Intro: Z Money] Yeah [Verse 1: Z Money] Brand new V on twenty-threes Walked through the 'jects, came out kinda flee Take care of the paper and invest in a key Lot of hundreds on me, got a whole lot of chi-chi Lot of diamonds on me, told the jeweler man freeze me Brick after brick, damn, the whole hood need me Louis V 'fit, hit the scene with a bad bitch Real trap nigga, now they got me on TV Was a scammin' ass nigga gettin' rich off a tablet Havoc, slidin' with them sticks automatic Yeah, beat it down, bitch, like I'm daddy On tour, still got dope in my cabin Designer mix-match, go crazy with your fashion Forty-two four, say hello to my passion New drop cost two hundred, gotta dash it Four hundred for the zip, that's all white ashes [Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks] Miss me like a wifey with the threats, pal 'Fore I turn your name to the next Pat Off the top rope, fall, splash, ex-pat Know I gotta get back (Yeah) Lot of money in the backpack (Uh) Lot of money in the backpack (Ah) Doors open like a rat trap And the GPS can't track that They dead I'm switchin' permissions I'm switchin' the passwords on you niggas Last words from you niggas Laugh first on you niggas, burst on you niggas (Yeah) We doin' division That half and the quarter, that's different percentage (Wow) We come with precision We come with the scissors, we cuttin' you out [Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks] You knew what it was when you met me We ain't gotta talk about that, though I just met a plug and he blessed me (The plug) We ain't gon' talk about that, though You knew what it was when you met me We ain't gotta talk about that, though I just met a plug and he blessed me We ain't gotta talk about that, though [Verse 3: Chuck Inglish] Twirlin' fettuccine pasta White wine sauce, just somethin' slight, though If you wanna place a bet on it, don't step on it, you can call Lonzo Twist the jar closed, swingin' elbows Leave a scale of those blues and yellows I could send a will to you with a pill, but the folks know where your mail go It's on sale, though Liquidated, oh, we on a sailboat Silk 'fit like I sell dope And it cost a brick like my jumper's broke Quick, pronto, swift Carlos White barcode Me, Z Money serve Mikey and Cardo Ayy, this beat hard, though [Chorus: Sir Michael Rocks] You knew what it was when you met me We ain't gotta talk about that, though I just met a plug and he blessed me (The plug) We ain't gon' talk about that, though You knew what it was when you met me We ain't gotta talk about that, though I just met a plug and he blessed me We ain't gotta talk about that, though