[Verse 1: Price Tag] I remember bussin’ missions back when I was just a shawty (go) Ran away from, home, was beggin’ Mumbles to record me (go) Kept it G in all my raps so real niggas support me Did the hoop, and wasn’t on the field, but bitch i kept it sporty Niggas wasn’t drinkin’ 40s, just 4 locos and we guzzle wine I used to rock the table with the double line Try to double my dollars, quarters and I need another dime Nickels, pennies, quick fast, double time, I don't play with mine Turn it, no cash is the only way to grind (Gimme some, gimme some) Nigga, we the California state of mind (Gimme some, gimme some) Stay to your business and I’m a stay to mine (Gimme some, gimme some) Cuz that’s the way that I was raised Forward, back, and pick a way State to state, got em knocked and to the base they leanin’ (Whip it, whip it, whip it) I’m swervin’ (Whip it, whip it, whip it) I got it goin’ (Whip it, whip it, whip it) I say, I say
[Verse 2: Oktane] It used to be a dream to make yo mane bop Now they want the no.1, they see I came starvin’ I ain’t got no time, girl, I’m trying to get to the top ‘Cause at the top they got a lot of guap And with the guap, you can beat the cops, boy, I’m hot I keep it real with my broadies, broadies stay real with me I keep it 150 with women and that’s why they feelin’ me Beemer butter on the seats, trade that, you might get the Jeep I’m tellin’ y’all aflex, don’t too much get real as me See, I pop out double kick flip, and that’s just for kicks Go to my trunk and I switch kicks, now that’s for yo chick I had the ? get that prescription and that’s for the zip Then grab the citrus so I can spritz it and that’s for the whip You know I smell like dank when I walk into the bank Deposit withdraw some and use yo check to fill up my tank My girl don’t want a club nigga, she want a BO dub nigga The crowd goes wild, cuz well, the crowd is in love with em Please move…