[Intro: Ralfy the Plug]
(Smoov, what's good, baby?)
Hm
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
We really gettin' money and tottin' guns, that's a fun fact
Stinc Team, we in a different league, we don't condone rattin'
EDD over, his career over, he was a scammer
Niggas hate the team, we gettin' money so it doesn't matter
We really gettin' money and tote guns, that's a fun fact
Stinc Team, we in a different league, we don't condone rattin'
EDD over, his career over, he was a scammer
Niggas hate the team, we gettin' money so it doesn't matter
[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
Niggas hate the team, we gettin' money so it doesn't matter
Beef with us, niggas must want they brains on a platter
Tryna get to me? You gon' have to climb up like thirty ladders
She handed me some money and said her last nigga wasn't a pastor
I really play with cannons with movie clips, with drums for actors
I ain't tryna hear what a bum gotta say 'cause it doesn't matter
I made his bitch give me some money then blow me after
We play ball, my niggas scorin', you'll see Kobe faster
She like, "Everytime you talk, it's a holy matter"
I been shittin' on niggas since soakin' Pampers
I'm off the Perc, so, bitch, you gon' have to stroke it faster
She handed me some money kinda slow so the dough hit faster, the Plug
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
We really gettin' money and tottin' guns, that's a fun fact
Stinc Team, we in a different league, we don't condone rattin'
EDD over, his career over, he was a scammer
Niggas hate the team, we gettin' money so it doesn't matter
We really gettin' money and tote guns, that's a fun fact
Stinc Team, we in a different league, we don't condone rattin'
EDD over, his career over, he was a scammer
Niggas hate the team, we gettin' money so it doesn't matter
[Verse 2: Drakeo the Ruler]
It doesn't matter, I got 'em [?]
I got that hippy out the window showboatin' like Hulk Hogan
Ride with me, take a piece off this chain is what they wanna do
The chop beatin' on his block like ninety BPM, it's on Pro Tools, uh
Please don't tell me what I won't do
I'll start slappin' rap niggas, bitch, what you gon' do?
That's an awful lot of shells, a lot of funerals you goin' to
I'll lift my wrist up and blind niggas in the soul train
Jiggy, I get busy with these sticks on the dance floor
All eye busters, we shoot off face tattoos
Your daddy is a bitch, your big homie was a rat too
I just put a hundred in the chop, what would that do?
[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
We really gettin' money and tottin' guns, that's a fun fact
Stinc Team, we in a different league, we don't condone rattin'
EDD over, his career over, he was a scammer
Niggas hate the team, we gettin' money so it doesn't matter
We really gettin' money and tote guns, that's a fun fact
Stinc Team, we in a different league, we don't condone rattin'
EDD over, his career over, he was a scammer
Niggas hate the team, we gettin' money so it doesn't matter
[Verse 3: Ralfy the Plug]
I really tote guns and get money, that's a fun fact
Please don't talk street shit with me if you hangin' with rats
Niggas off that crystal, they be hangin' 'round the strangest cats
It's a lot of niggas in them tents that ain't came back
Bitch, my wrist broken, I think I done sprained my back
The Plug be shit talkin', I do the most when I'm statin' facts
A lot of niggas hatin' on the team, but it doesn't matter
All that bullshit you did in the past, it doesn't matter
We still gettin' money and we'll still put brains on the platter
She kissed you on your lips, she'll still let gang get after
The Plug trippin', yeah, he still a main bitch smasher
All that damn money but nothing your savings after, the Plug
