Intro] Grah, grah, boom (A Lau on the beat) Get Money Bizzy, uh, look [Verse 1] Still up on the block (Still up on the what?) Still got thirty shots, still got hella knots They know how we rock (Grah, grah, grah) Uh, still'll bend a block, still'll make it hot This shit ain't gon' stop (Facts) Uh, fuck on any thot They let my shooter out the box Yeah, you know Molly on the rock (What? Uh) These niggas know we don't play This shit no rap money This designer weed and a bunch of SBAs This be that trap money, get you slapped money Got your bitch all in my face (Woo) I'm just stuck up in my ways Wearing Gucci like it's J's We ain't get no lemonade I got shooters with me on court Shootin' like they be up in the A Niggas with me wanted to be ball players Now they rapping every day Started with a blunt of haze (With a blunt of haze) Now my spliff full of dead niggas Leeky gon' smoke 'em to the face Just a wild nigga with some money now Do a hit up out the Wraith Uh, sticks, we got a bunch of them (Got a bunch of them) Ah, ah, yeah, that's cuz and them Who them niggas? We don't fuck with them He jacking what? He a double ten [Chorus] We done spinned and did a bunch of shit I can never say what's up to them All the opp niggas, suck a dick Bitch, we still getting money Hella waves in this bandemic Amiri sagging with some bands in it Shorty trying to put her hands in it [Verse 2] Glock on me, got a stance with it Uh, so you know I can't dance Dior shipment, got it coming from France She wanna fuck but she don't got a chance, like Uh, I see these niggas tryna copy waves You will get boxed for tryna come and fade We call up Bite to get you out the way He might say a joke, but he ain't tryna play, like, uh (Grah, grah, boom, grah, grah) [Chorus] We done spinned and did a bunch of shit I can never say what's up to them All the opp niggas, suck a dick Bitch, we still getting money Hella waves in this bandemic Amiri sagging with some bands in it Shorty tryna put her hands in it