[Hook 1: $wagg & Lil JoJo ] If you grabbin' then we taxin', you can have it all Yeah bitch we got them racks and you can have it all If it's commas that's involved you can have it all It ain't shit to a boss, you can have it all Big cannon in my drawers, you can have it all Bust some shots at an opp, watch his body fall Whole 30 let 'em off, you can have it all If you holdin' hit yo' pockets, bitch, I need it all
[Verse 1: $wagg] Off the top how I do this shit, I know a lot of niggas hatin' To me that shit all good, cause that's how we gon' get paid I'm a beast up in these Trues, Who the fuck is you? My niggas holdin' tools, Bob The Builder on these dudes Too many Swishers, I can't roll 'em up Pass 'em to my bitch, and she know what's up She bad as fuck and she drillin' quick Pass her to my mans, and I bet he hit All my niggas reckless, tatted like some esses Liquor in my cup, speedin' no express way See the high way, yeah that's my way Leave 'em dead In the drive way Edai you can have it all, all the drillers feel the same Told her I ain't no psychiatrist, bu-but I want that brain [Hook]
[Verse 2: Lil JoJo] My niggas official, boy they bound to kill Catch an opp, he gettin popped just like a pill My niggas bout that life, so we keep the steel It ain't no game in the field, boy this shit is real Niggas snakes so you better watch who you trust Same nigga you kick it with, same nigga will get you fucked up But I ain't with that tricky shit, Smokin' dope, real dope, yeah that sticky shit I got a bad bitch, pretty face, she thick as shit Took her to the crib and gave her ass that dope dick She say JoJo eat me, I say no bitch, What the fuck is wrong with you? You a thot bitch
[Hook 2: $wagg & Lil Mister ] If you grabbin' then we taxin', you can have it all It's Montana, boy, I got the 40 by my drawers If it's commas that's involved, you can have it all I'm in the field this shit for real, boy we don't play at all Big cannon in my drawers, you can have it all Say hello, say hello to my lil' friend, bang! Whole 30 let 'em off, you can have it all Sending shots, sending shots, but we don't play at all
[Verse 3: Lil Mister] Bitch it's montana, I'm finna leave 'em all I got bandz all in my pockets, finna spend it all I'm with some thots, they finna bop, we finna smash 'em all Cashin' out on you thurns, finna hit the mall Young Chop on the beat, now these fuck boys look really lost I'm in my zone off the smoke, finna spazz on y'all I'm dreaded up, I got some ink I'm finna shift on y'all Never lackin', bitch we packin' gas on y'all I'm goin' crazy in the booth, dawg My niggas hard body, we don't play at all We drillin' hard, but we don't fuck around I fucked your bitch, and then she knocked me down
[Hook 3: $wagg & P.Rico] If you grabbin' then we taxin', you can have it all Shawty droppin' drawers like she used the stall If it's Commas that's Involved you can have it all Yea we got that bag so we love to ball Big cannon in my drawers, you can have it all Chopper make noise, then these niggas fall Whole 30 let 'em off, you can have it all Team No Lackin', 30 hit 'em all
[Verse 4: P.Rico] Every fuckin' day boy we hit the mall Yea I'm with my niggas, and my niggas dogs We fall out, we pass out the way we ball Shawty doing dicks, she ain't got no walls Coolin' on the block and my niggas buss Steady smokin' loud, smellin' like a skunk Steady rollin' loud and them Swisher blunts Yo' bitch, man she a chewer, she gon' chew me up If we see an opp, then he better duck And if I ain't got it, then he getting stomped And then we hit the gas while he in the trunk Team No Lackin', you get fired up