Lyrics Intro - Cashoutt Chris

Yeah man we having our way with this shit man
We getting money, we spending money
We stacking chips and we spending chips
You feel me? Aint no middle man
We cut out the middle man
We aint working for nobody
Fuck working for somebody
Get yo own!

All these niggas under me
Keith and James up over me
Red bottom hat shit
Ballin' like a draft pick
Pockets on Jurassic
Used to have a buick
But a young nigga crashed it
A young nigga crashed it
Headed to the top
Gucci Flip Flop
New coupe at the rim shop, we don't ride stock
Bought a new glock
With my drop top
Cuz I know these jackas wanna rob
They can get popped
Fuckin with- Orville Redenbach
Mr. pop pop
Get yo ass popped like a popped lock
Chicken head hoes, call em bach bach's
They just want some meat
They just want my fuckin fat pa
I just put my dick in they jaws, fuck they in-laws
I don't really give a fuck
Black on black beamer truck
Nigga get yo credit up
Hustle then you bet it up
Niggas going federal
I be stacking revenue
Martez hoodie, Louie V up on my tennis shoe,
Mama raised a hustla
Show love to my brotha's
All my niggaz represent
Coola then a peppermint
Tucked behind this beamer tint
Got respect in every set
Hustle hard they gon respect
Stack it up and then rest
I be droppin jewls homes
Winnin til I lose homes
Then, Ima move on
Hustle till I cant breath
Made it to the to top
Now a young nigga cant leave
Made it to the to top
Now a young nigga cant leave