Arf, arf, arf Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Where my dawgs at? (Right here, dawg) Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Now where my dawgs at? (Frankie Mothafuckin' P) I said get at me I'm talkin' to you niggas with that rap beef Get at me Ostrich-skin seats like it's acne Get at me Never tacky, jeans made by Acne Fuck Governor Pataki and Patakis It's about to get uglier than Balenciagas Felt bad I never finished college Now we fuckin' cuties with booties in Dapper Dan silk pajamas Livin' the dream, open up your eyelids Me and Flacko on a island with a few bad bitches How my cousin make a mil' off a du-rag business? All my dawgs with the shit, you with a few cat litters All the yellow with the black like the Wu back (Su) Back when I was rentin' beds, I was still catchin' head If I was bussin' dishes, I'd be still fuckin' bitches Boof pack, gift wrapped just like Christmas Gone for a minute, now I'm back, did you miss me? Had the whole Harlem World wearin' Under Armours Under the armors, I'm a pretty mothafuckin' comma Gorgeous comma, pretty much about to fuck your mama Kinda runnin' late for this meetin' with Obama I ain't mean it to rhyme, but call me when your mind right Meet me with your romper, CC me when the vibe right More money, more problem, more chopper, more drama And I got these hoes, feelin' like Mo Bamba Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Who gon' do what? My dawgs gon' tool up Nigga, look out, 'cause look down like one, two, fucked And we don't give two fucks Where I'm from, you lunch, you food Niggas called your bluff Pockets Warren Buffett, security guard too buff I like my songs screwed up I own a gold toothbrush, I get my gold tooth buffed I'ma stomp a nigga out in Timberland nubuck Young Buck, too buck, Benz truck, new truck Big horns, tuba, more good than Cuba They tried to hit us like Huey with the armpits up But we swerved through the bullets, get your targets up Hood Pope up in this bitch, in Trap Lord we trust Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg) I said get at me I'm talkin' to you niggas with that rap beef Get at me Ostrich-skin seats like it's acne Get at me Never tacky, jeans made by Acne Fuck Governor Pataki and Patakis

Oh we finna fuck up a check today, Nigga, fuck that! Oh we finna get paid today I'm 'bout my cash today I'm 'bout my dough today I'm 'bout my hoes today Money on my mind every fucking day, hunnids on my mind every fucking day Get that money young nigga! Get that cash young nigga! Take that cash young nigga! Flacko! I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride All that I wanted man Bring me some money man Look at my wallet man Countin' the hunnids Call me the money man She do the money dance I keep the money man Keep it one hunnid Cash rules everything around me Nigga ask about me I swear my shooters be my juniors call me Robert Downey He held it down, he held his own Now holding down the county It just so happen now, she wet and now i'm all outta Bounty I'm the quicker, picker upper Still don't give no fucks bruh Quick to pick her up I be that pretty mothafucker For fuckin' up my cash on Ubers Time to switch the truck up Tip the driver Turn the Future up, fuck up some commas Homicide, pussy good, eat it good, treat it good Beat it good, peck a wood, wish you could Love a ride, ride or die Ride it backfroth, side to side Make it shake, surfboard Make a nigga go dumb for it I'ma ride, I'ma ride Love the bitch 'till I die Genuine, Bonnie Clyde We gon' die, Homicide Suicide, two of us You and I, crucified Truths and lies, you despise I'm the best, you decide I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride Choose a side, suicide You and I, crucified You despise I'm the best, you decide Pull up on lil shawty Hello, howdy, howdy I just hopped out my Rover Shot my rollie, uhh I just hit my jeweler threw some diamonds on it Told that hoe don't come I ain't got no times for phonies, uhh I've been gettin' money, Why you niggas fronting? Flacko told me "fuck 'em", I'm like "nah let's buck 'em" I ain't got no time, these niggas want discussion Told her drop that ass, I ain't tryna fuck you I just bought a stripper pole I put it in my bed room Got your hoe plus several more sliding down the metal 666 off in your bitch She call my dick the devil She like "nasty baby demon", yeah that boy a rebel All that I wanted man Wanted some money man Look at my wallet man Countin' the hunnids Call me the money man She do the money dance I keep the money man Keep it one hunnid Look at my product man I'm made of money man Check out my closet man Call in the contraband Fuck with the rubber bands I count a hunnid bands She see the money man She do the money dance I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride, I'ma ride Choose a side, suicide You and I, crucified You despise I'm the best, you decide

I know it's wrong I know it's wrong Father please forgive us, couldn't tell the difference and it's on me I don't need to seek attention just to keep these women on me I know it's wrong I know it's wrong I know it's wrong I know it's wrong Fuckin' on that bitch and I know it's wrong Wifey walked in and she found that thong She talk to my dick like an intercom Then smoke that dick up just like it's a bong I ain't gon' lie, this the realest song Head ebola, get my glisten on Trap love gettin' it and on But I know it's wrong I know that it's wrong so don't buy brick I speak to the Lord, don't ignore me White model bitch doin' cocaine Layin' her out in the hallway Double strappin' on a ratchet bitch So she don't take me to Maury Man I done lost me a classy bitch Perccy, you stand in the hallway Father please forgive us, couldn't tell the difference and it's on me I don't need to seek attention just to keep these women on me I know it's wrong I know it's wrong I know it's wrong I know it's wrong Feel like I'm stuck in a maze My bitches lookin' amazed Now she is goin' so crazy She caught me cheatin' today Eyelashes all on my bed Texts I didn't erase Now she comin' at my head Thought I'd never see the day Shouldn't have never been with them other broads And now I left my girl with another scar Sometimes I take advantage just 'cause I'm a star I know it's wrong so I'm on my knees prayin' to God Father please forgive us, couldn't tell the difference and it's on me I don't need to seek attention just to keep these women on me I know it's wrong I know it's wrong I know it's wrong I know it's wrong

9 millimeter, my brothers my keeper Was serving that ether before I did features My mamacita, she know how to greet me She know how to keep me She better not get 9 millimeter, my brothers my keeper Was serving that ether before I did features My mamacita, she know how to greet me She know how to keep me She better not get Fuck ya dead homies, run ya bread homie Got some lead for me, I'm on Artesia Parked in my Beamer bumping my own shit I'm focused, they stuck on that dull shit Livin' for that True Religion is broke shit I can spend that on a Mac with a long clip Fly in that Benz but you hide in that Focus My nigga just focus, I'm tryin' to paint you a picture We stuck in the moment My burner gets stuck if I shoot it too much So a nigga resorted to domin' That's somebody's son but a war to be won Baby either go hunt or be hunted We crabs in a bucket, he called me a crab So I shot at him in front of the Douglas I cannot be fucked with, we thuggin' in public 9 millimeter, my brothers my keeper Was serving that ether before I did features My mamacita, she know how to greet me She know how to keep me She better not get 9 millimeter, my brothers my keeper Was serving that ether before I did features My mamacita, she know how to greet me She know how to keep me She better not get What means the world to you? Is it a fast life, money and clothes? Probably fuckin' these hoes And what would you murder for? Will your name hold weight when the curtains close? Nigga caught one case and I heard he told Snitch get a full clip and closed casket Won't hug your bitch, when the ho ratchet Cold jumper, been shootin', no practice Been tourin', whip foreign, coupe crashin' Still bangin' 2 Naughty 2 Nasty Still "fuck the police" they won't catch me My feature too pricey, don't ask me Go hard 'til Goyard on my baggage He mad we won't fight, I'm gon' tag him Mask up at midnight and start clappin' Kids crying, still snipin', no lackin' 9 millimeter, my brothers my keeper Was serving that ether before I did features My mamacita, she know how to greet me She know how to keep me She better not get 9 millimeter, my brothers my keeper Was serving that ether before I did features My mamacita, she know how to greet me She know how to keep me She better not get 9 millimeter, my brothers my keeper Was serving that ether before I did features My mamacita, she know how to greet me She know how to keep me She better not get 9 millimeter, my brothers my keeper Was serving that ether before I did features My mamacita, she know how to greet me She know how to keep me She better not get I don't have a reason, oh but I Ill get in your mind I keep you loaded and ready right here beside of me I'll pull up on you I'll pull up on your mind I'll pull up on you I'll pull up on your mind I'll pull up on you I'll pull up on you I'll pull up on you I'll pull up on your mind

One time, circling the block Lil' buddy got murdered on the flock Two times, you know how we rock You know who we knocked on, you know who we shot You know how we comin', come from nothin', I got Christian Dior, I'm crippin' Bijoux Made her uh-oh, let the mission endure Gave a little money to me, now I want more Don't be lookin' funny when we come up in the store My black is beautiful but I'll still shoot at you, dawg 2Pac, death tells all Watch out for the niggas in the Lakewood Mall Bitch, you touch, Nobu brunch No bit change, no blue Chucks Just big things, cuz gon' bust Cuz sure bust, but we ain't on one We just wanna have fun We don't wanna fuck up nothin' We don't wanna fuck up nothin' Fun, we don't wanna fuck up nothin' And we don't give a fuck 'bout nothin' We just wanna have fun We don't wanna fuck up nothin' We don't wanna fuck up nothin' Fun, we don't wanna fuck up nothin' And we don't give a fuck about nothin' We just wanna have fun I'm so Norfy, my loves go viral for me Ride slow, hop out, get hyphy Think I know why he no like me He broke, we know, sitch He told, he on print Black and white like old flicks We blam, these bands like goldens, I'm hopeless Give me all the money in my hand Type of money pop a rubber band Miss with the glitz and the glam Fried catfish at The Ritz in Japan Yeah, kickin' baby, tell me when to go (Tell me when to go) Tweakin', I'ma leave him on the floor (Leave him on the floor) Ricky in the ally adiós But we don't want the smoke We just wanna have fun We don't wanna fuck up nothin' We don't wanna fuck up nothin' Fun, we don't wanna fuck up nothin' And we don't give a fuck 'bout nothin' We just wanna have fun We don't wanna fuck up nothin' We don't wanna fuck up nothin' Fun, we don't wanna fuck up nothin' And we don't give a fuck about nothin' We just wanna have fun Mack a bitch down, mack a bitch down (Mack a bitch) Mack a bitch down, mack a bitch down (Mack a bitch) Mack a bitch down, mack a bitch down (Mack a bitch) Mack a bitch down, mack a bitch down (Mack a bitch) We don't need no suckers in this bitch We just wanna have fun, we just (Wanna have fun, what's happenin'?) We don't need no suckers in this bitch We just wanna have fun, we just (Wanna have fun, what's happenin'?) Mack a bitch down, mack a bitch down (Mack a bitch) Mack a bitch down, mack a bitch down (Mack a bitch) Mack a bitch down, mack a bitch down (Mack a bitch) Mack a bitch down, mack a bitch down (Mack a bitch) We don't need no suckers in this bitch We just wanna have fun, we just (Wanna have fun, what's happenin'?) We don't need no suckers in this bitch We just wanna have fun, we just (Wanna have fun, what's happenin'?) FN57, get down on a nigga FN57 and them M's, not heaven