[Intro: Dre]
Ladies and gentlemen
Turn the radio up, roll the windows down, sit back and listen
This is a PSA to the sunseekers and the bag chasers of the USA
The youth that’s pushing greatness and setting their own destiny
With greatness in the making
[Chorus: BAND$ & Dre]
Cut the shit
I ain’t beefing with you niggas or your bitch
Heard you tryna buy a feat boy save yo' cash 'cause they ain’t this
Tryna steal my fit nigga pay your rent
Tryna make a deal hit Laith for it
Oh man did he just do it again did he just go flex for the gram
God damn that nigga is gaining some fans that boy is becoming the man
Just stick to the plan like Jay told me
I ain’t shaking the hands for the ones that own me
Got clones on me tryna steal from me
Looking mad dusty niggas can’t own me
[Verse 1: Dre]
Dance with me baby
Shit can get funky like I’m born in the eighties
White powdered nose sniffing shit that is crazy
Man I’m just playing I do all my drugs safely
I already told you once white man better pay me
If not imma crash out take your kids to the stash house
Then I cash out bodies dragging to the front steps
Ring the door bell sup nigga take your last breath
Ay ay ay ay ay man woah relax
I could have fucking sworn I had the cash in the back
Matter fact give it a week swear I’ll pay you back
No need for the guns and the fit dressed in black
Oh you’re mad about the shit that I talked on the net
Man I was just playing swear no disrespect
Man I was just trolling talking out of my neck
How the white kids do when th- (ahhhh oh shit)
[Chorus: BAND$ & Dre]
Cut the shit
I ain’t beefing with you niggas or your bitch
Heard you tryna buy a feat boy save yo cash 'cause they ain’t this
Tryna steal my fit nigga pay your rent
Tryna make a deal hit Laith for it
Oh man did he just do it again did he just go flex for the gram
God damn that nigga is gaining some fans that boy is becoming the man
Just stick to the plan like Jay told me
I ain’t shaking the hands for the ones that own me
Got clones on me tryna steal from me
Looking mad dusty niggas can’t own me
[Verse #2: BAND$]
Go, go, go, go
They going out sad, woah
I’m in a ghost, go
Why is you mad at me, bro
Is it 'cause it’s sold out, you can’t get in my show
Is it 'cause all my dawgs get the bag and then go
Smoke yo dope to get high leave yo ass with the lows
Just know we hang with yo bitch
No I don’t pay for her shit
We be tagging her tho
Told her ass throw that ass my way
I’m packing it her up then we hitting the road
Don’t you fuck with my bros they ain’t regular tho
Heard you stay on the line of the them regular hoes
I won’t pay her a dime
But I’m spreading the the doe
And then count it all up
Drop it all on sum clothes
[Verse #3: JØ]
Them BL boy just hit the 305
Squad up like the goddamn dolphins
Ain’t with none of that talking
Tryna impress shit 'cause yo' bitch just won’t get off me
My dawg set the pick, yo bitch just might get pitched if we keep on tossing
I'on' give a fuck about no nigga hatin', I ball on a bitch like Tavon Austin
[Chorus: BAND$]
Cut the shit
I ain’t beefing with you niggas or your bitch
Heard you tryna buy a feat boy save yo' cash 'cause they ain’t this
Tryna steal my fit, nigga, pay your rent
Tryna make a deal, hit Laith for it
[Verse #4: Jay Browne]
Niggas don’t want no smoke and that’s clear
Fazos white like Jamie and Britt spears
They asking when we gon blow, the shit's near
If you're looking for a reason to hate well, bitch, here
Bigger the business the bigger the offers
I kill 'em, then stare in the camera like Office
I link up with Laith, and I split up the profits
Just get off my dick, and just jump in the coffin
All my demons gon' pull and demonstrate
Hit the link inside my biochemistry
Take the top of the shit no John Kennedy
Blow ya mind and turn you to memory
Niggas on my dick but they ain’t gon ride
Talk online but they not gon slide
Hands on ya knees, baby, hands on ya knees
First I hit it from the back, then I chacha slide
