Ayy, y'all heard about the good news? Wake up, nigga, wake up I've been outta my mind a long time Y'all sleeping on me, huh? Had a good snooze? Hands up, we just doing what the cops taught us We bout to get this paper I'm a Chicago south sider Money

Big money, you're overweight, bitch Big guap, overweight, bitch Bad bitch, suck on my, dick Thottie body, fuck on my, dick Big 14, you know what the fuck going on Yeah ayy, huh, ayy, hold up Bad bitch, suck on my dick Thottie body, fuck on my dick

I beat up the kitty, he Diddy He Diddy, he Diddy, he Diddy But his name not Diddy Huh, ding, ding, ding Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Goodbye everyone, I'll remember you all in therapy

Mama raised a soldier (huh, yuh) Not no bitch, not no bitch, uh (yuh, ayy) Cocaine for my breakfast (what?) Hold that pistol, ambidextrous, uh (yuh, yuh) Pussy boy talk reckless (ayy) He might end up on a stretcher, uh (yuh, bitch) Fuck with my set (ayy)

Ayy, pull up on 'em, hey, make 'em run, hey, pussy Ayy, pull up on 'em, hey, make 'em run, hey, yuh (Ayy) Uh, pull up on 'em, hey, make 'em run, hey, yuh (Huh?) Uh, big tag, uh, Gucci, uh, on my bag, uh Pull up on 'em, huh, get them running, uh Ayy

Throw it back, yeah All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh 2-17 on the track, man Yeah, yeah, ooh Huh, yeah, huh, ayy