Kaboom, niggas it's the bomb right here You bad-credit motherfuckers shut up for seven years We cook it, we pack it, we move it, we stack it We re-up, we flip it We all acrobatics You see us? Yeah, we up I know you mad at it We fiends like they be. We all cash addicts Deal it to the hookers that bang this shit We get it hand over fist like some sign-language shit Honestly, sometimes I get tired of this shit But it's hard to forget how they line up for this shit it ain't just crack, nigga. Everything's a trap I cook dope verses and serve hard raps Hustle this hooptie music You see me, son I'm a [Rat-tat-tat] money machine gun