(Intro)
It's about that time man
I'm squad H Town
It's time to get it
(Verse)

Back to work, grindin til it hurt

Mixin up the purp, twistin up the purp

Hoggin since birth, the realest on earth

Hog like shirt, got me work without work

You got a bad bitch, too bad I hit first

Paid 5 now who ain't mine?

Got I'm feeling thirsty

Put them niggas in a hearse, whip game kill em

Choppas in the bag, I ain't gon conceil em

On another million, tryna feed my children

I ain't gon stop, stack it to the ceiling

Million after million, million after million

I ain't gon stop, watch me stack it to the ceiling

You saying that was fast when you see that rrari pass

Murda tight the gas, wanna smash on the gas

When I see your ass pass, camera on flash

Take a flick with yo bitch then I smash

No class, same old thugger

Shit if don't hit, somebody gon fuck er

Smooth like butter, you'll never find another

Gutta like me, that's why these niggas don't like me

Hat low, gold chain, new kick

Old school, loud pipes, new bitch

New year, guess I'm on my new shit

Niggas talkin loud but they won't do shit

Walk into the club, smellin like a pine

Had a dress code and I got some mo lime

Blazzin up ho, now you can't hit that

This dick the only place you put yo lips at

Sit back, let me put on this work plate

Over yall, 50 bitches think I'm bout that bird plate

But I just rap ho, yea my car stroking

Why them niggas gossip? I be stuntin on them assholes

Pass low, let em see me in my flip

Mama dropped the beat on 22nd of December

That was back in '85, now I drive an ‘86

I'm back to the future on Marty Mcfly as shit

Missed with that nagget, you blowed on my high bitch

Nig because a nigga fucked doesn't mean that you my bitch

Killin niggas, I'm spittin that loud shit

Rollin as a up, I‘m tryna get high bitch

Take em to the crib and I'm letting em try shit

Take em to the mall and they watchin me buy shit

Cuz I ain't bout to trick it, you can help me get it

Let me dial a motherfucker, stay shittin on you gimmicks nigga



(Verse)

Money and the power, smoking on the sour

Hit the gas, hit it, Maserati engine growl

Shittin on em, movin through the traffic like a ball

Watching everybody here turn around like a owl

Slow coupe, getting to that paper with a focused mind

I do mine while they story tellin, no lyin

We grind so the money all accounted for

I don't pay my bills, that's why my accountant for

Mo gas than the Kamako, rolled up and lit

Pouring up the double cup with my partner fish

Codeine and Coca-Cola, you might think I'm trippin

The bucks I'm getting so a fuck I'm not giving

Post up like Griffin when I'm mashin for them Benjis

Light up that hindu and wash it down with frenchies

I'm sittin in the Kodas, everything on polders

Drank stains on my shirt, leave me with the stock brokers

Hold up