[Verse 1: Squadda B] See, I ain't fucking bitches I just get they money Get around a small mil, big bitch at night time I don't keep it secret, they all know that it is my grind Some of them be threes and fours, they make me feel special though Cause by fucking with me they feel like a special ho I just keep it real, all across this rap shit Best duo ever and we didn't have to do no backflips This that Main Attrakz shit, OG got the thumper And it's resting in his lap shit, I'm backseat texting I'm backseat flexing, never backseat sexing Always in the studio my music way fresher My bars incarcerate me, records got me a record And record after record, I keep buzzing harder I tell girls my war stories, feeling like my father Rolling O-Water, skinny nigga Squadda Green Ova 1 through 5, living what we taught ya Living what we taught ya, living what we taught ya Green Ova 1 through 5, living what we taught ya
[Hook] You can't hate, you can't hate, chuch (x4)
[Verse 2: Mondre M.A.N.] Some just do it for the sport and don't play it in court Caught up like a fish net, now she's getting your check Should've pulled the Nick Cannon, maybe then I'd understand it Hopping out of foreign things, counting paper she be handing Now and Later? That's the candy that explains how I feel Salute the smell all on your body, sergeant wants to drill You eat the dick, you starving still? Then we can get a mil A mil? Baby, add it up a lot of meals She's lost in this world, smoking weed, popping pills College money got her rocking J's, no heels Some of my turf bitches ain't up on Google Think I'm selling the dream so I don't say what I'm doing Just a regular grind and getting cheddar up 7-11, I'm up steam from the twos cooking up Stand tall on them, have them looking up Have your bitch alley-ooping, let's ball, give it up