I came for the dough, you came for the hoes
we ain't on the same thing
You got five bitches attracted to bust downs
you got smart ones noticing plain janes
She paid me for all of the game
that I gave her and that's simple and plain
Mama, I put you on like some pinkie rings
I put you on, carve you out a lane
An avenue to go get paid, big lights on the centerstage
Got a duffle bag full paper laid across the backseat
like a twelve gauge
Now lay it down, lay it down whenever the G's around
I send to my pilots on the ground
and then I step off into the town

Checkin my traps, collecting my racks
and planning attacks wherever you at
We'll put them hitters on your back
haters will never get to relax
Checkin them tracks, collecting my racks
and planning attacks wherever you at, nigga
We'll be on a vacation and you'll be nervous hyperventilating

My niggas ay, my niggas stay
my brothers, never turn my back on em
King shit, yeah Makaveli, show up to the show
in all black on em
Got a hood bitch that hit it so good
can't front had to double back on her
Dope boy, real dope boy
you see every track I spit crack on it
Puff that, pass that
even though the doctor say it's bad for me
Mama say I'm hard headed
had to take a chance for that cash money
Crash dummy, not me, hit the plug, order me a three piece
Smoke gas, straight gas, only strong, Hercules, Hercules
Trap star going to get it on a mission
motherfuck waiting for it
No fronts, pay up front, cold world
man they say she praying for me
Wrist game, sick mane, whip game make that bounce
I'm rich bitch, Rick James, for the pain smoke me an ounce

Checkin my traps, collecting my racks
and planning attacks wherever you at
We'll put them hitters on your back
haters will never get to relax
Checkin them tracks, collecting my racks
and planning attacks wherever you at, n
We'll be on a vacation and you'll be nervous hyperventilating

Yeah, yeah
On the creep, keep quiet
Real niggas move in silence
All my niggas out here wildin
We in the streets steady mobbin
Super Villain I'm a problem
Little fuck boys don't want no problems
Hatin on me cause I'm shining
Chain got them water wet diamonds
Couldn't get a bag with em
now I'm touching bands on my own without em
All my hoes done got finer, loud pack done got louder
Bossed up like Scarface
first you get the money, then the power
Making racks every hour, real nigga, never been a coward
I got the juice like Bishop
call my hitters up if there's an issue
Ain't shit for me to push up on your set
check you with the pistol
In the kitchen with the cook up, residue on the dishes
Garbage bag full of money
counting hundreds up, getting to the riches

Checkin my traps, collecting my racks
and planning attacks wherever you at
We'll put them hitters on your back
haters will never get to relax
Checkin them tracks, collecting my racks
and planning attacks wherever you at, nigga
We'll be on a vacation and you'll be nervous hyperventilating