[Hook

You know how it go, baby you know how it go

I'm doing shows on the road

Getting dough girl you know how it go

F**king hoes hoes girl you know how it go

Counting rolls girl you know how it go

I got my pole girl you know how it go

I can't trust a soul girl you know how it go

[Verse 1

I be counting stacks smoking thrax on the road

After she give me neck break the back on ya ho

I ain't with that cappy put a cap in yo skull

I know it's usually Tray Savage but I got this Mac to your skull

Give my 30 to Tadoe

Bullets fly like birdies so lay low

Like French niggas acting so its me and Bankroll

I am pistol packing and I know, they don't need to say so

Smoking loud pack for my problems

But I got a mac that a solve them

I tote 30's no revolvers

Aim at ya medulla like, \"Now what?\"

Kush got me brain damaged smoking all this sour

And I got my cowboys, for all these cowards

He say he a clout boy then f**king cloud them

F**king with my racks boy, buck shots gon' find him

He say he a clout boy then f**king cloud them

F**king with my racks boy buck shots gon' find him

[Hook

I ain't with the actin but I got extended clips

Flexing like you bout it but your chest can get ripped

He think he Titanic put a gat to your ship

Pistol got me vibrating f**k a ni**a in here

Only thing I know I ain't scared to light them big bills

Only thing I know better stop worrying bout mine and get theirs

But that's how it go when you at the top looking at the

Bottom of the world like, \"Damn I used to be there.\"

I ain't with that opp sh*t or that cop sh*t

But I am with Glo Gang we get the gwap quick

All these niggas up in they feelings

Smoking loud pack I can't hear my feelings

All a ni**a want is some billions

But I'm smoking loud pack while I spend my millions

No MC Hammer b**ch I'm Sosa Jigga

No I don't know nothing no I didn't did it