Lyrics
You ready?
Yeah
Go on (Crackhouse)
Talkin' 'bout you are so
And that's how you want us?
You never know that when it come to championship
It's we that have the management
That correspond with good youth to sing for good truth
Lil'
36 Chambers, piecin' out a unit, we be Wu-Tangin'
Slidin' out in Cali' with my shooter, he be hoo-bangin'
Boo danglin', lil' cuz crippin', he be flu flammin'
Blue flamin', titties on the yop, we be 2 Chainz
Mulsanne and old-school jammin' 'cross the train tracks
Caught your brother slippin', tell that boy to give that pain back
Never pullin' over for the hook, I got all type of warrants
Speed racer, NASCAR driver, Mr. High Performance
Clip full of cop killers, no pop shots or warnings
Woke up to a play for ten or better, my type of mornin'
Lil' Mike doubled back on me for roofin' Steph
So how the fuck he got a problem with me swipin' Lauren?
Let her get pick up the litter, eeny miny moe
Just opened up a new spizzy, shit been kinda slow
Fiends comin' to me for credit with the highest hopes
Still get it gone, move it faster than a lightning bolt (skrrt, skrrt)
Who supply the coke, move the bag, front the merch? (Blockworks)
From the first to fifteenth through the thirty-first (it's on)
Me, that's who, pullin' up in S-Classes (yeah)
Catchin' all the beans, runnin' fiends up to the check cash (skrrt)
Me, that's who, never ever took a front (uh-huh)
Still don't wear no mask or no gloves when I'm hookin' up (trap, trap, trap)
Me, that's who, let's get it
You know me, I don't need no introduction to this (where we at?)
Maybachs parked in Manhattan while we at Carbone
My nigga in a cell, I sent him twelve-fifty for a phone
Bring the bill to me 'cause I know what to do like Puffy Combs
I know niggas that was buyin' bricks, now they buyin' homes
Touch down, one day in town, made a dub again
Sittin' so close to the coach, he could sub me in
Buyin' plain watches with the dirty money, that's how you clean it
I still do real nigga shit when it's not convenient
High-fived Durant mid-game, boy, this shit insane
Choose the dinner over half a mill' just to pick his brain
Burnt more money than I saved, I should feel ashamed
What advice do you got for a young nigga switchin' lanes?
Gotta move careful like a old man with a cane
Everybody fall but who fallin' don't feel a thing
I could score sixty on a twisted ankle when it's sprained
Mayweather sold dope, well, this rack could be the same
I don't leave nothing on the table, I'ma get it all
It's counterfeits in the safe, the real money in the wall
It's gotta be Shaquille old crib 'cause the ceiling's tall
You never know who gon' ball hard 'til they get the ball
We used to battle on the roof, the loser had to cook the work
Twenty-five hundred dime rocks, tell me what that's worth
She the type of bitch to buy a car 'cause it match her purse
No money down, made the plug send them packets first
Ask the question backwards just to see if niggas that alert
Could have bought another Rollie, spent it on a batch of Percs
Ten years ago, I had bags of Granddaddy Purp
Stack enough racks so you won't have to come back to Earth
Most anticipated, streets waitin' like I'm Biggaveli
Barclays Center, I'm with Vito, Babyface and Eddie
Call me when niggas wanna die, I kill 'em when they ready
Shawty got a body like Beyoncé, I bought her a Kelly
Raise the price of the narcotics like Martin Skhreli
Thousand-gram Cuban link on a nigga, heart is heavy
Text message from the dealership that say the car is ready
Stars in the double-R, Stephon Marbury (skrrt)
Who supply the coke, move the bag, front the merch? (Blockworks)
From the first to fifteenth through the thirty-first (it's on)
Me, that's who, pullin' up in S-Classes (yeah)
Catchin' all the beans, runnin' fiends up to the check cash (skrrt)
Me, that's who, never ever took a front (uh-huh)
Still don't wear no mask or no gloves when I'm hookin' up (trap, trap, trap)
Me, that's who, let's get it
You know me, I don't need no introduction to this
Where we at?
Yeah, just like that