[Intro]
(Dawson, this you?)
(Ayy, Dawson, gang, you worldwide)
[Verse 1: RTB Capo]
Miami Beach with a freak
She fell in love with that meat, but take a week
And it cost five hundred, nigga, every time I eat
Man, you work a nine-to-five, why you worried about me?
Nigga, huh
I just did an Audi, y'all can do the Chargers
I ain't got no keys, this a push-to-starter
My belly poke out, so you know I'm ballin'
You like to beat on bitches, now your girl callin'
[Verse 2: RTB MB]
Kick five hoes out the boat, get to spinnin' y'all
Told her grab some Henny 'cause I'm tired of the fentanyl
I need a ghetto bitch who punch a ho really hard
All of my niggas up cheese, we be killin' y'all
All of your bitches love me 'cause we really ball
Bitches runnin' 'round the pool, man, I'm tryna get involved
She ain't try to top me, you won't get a call
Got so many clothes in my closet, 'bout to get a mall
[Verse 3: RTB Chi]
I'ma put my baddest hoes together, make 'em get along
I'ma put my baddest hoes together, make 'em share a phone
I'm the type of nigga get it poppin' 'cause I'm never wrong
I'm on the road all month, she spendin' nights alone
I'm on the road all month, I'm bringin' figures in
I really made my first hundred right in Michigan
I really made my first hundred with bad penmanship
I seen a lot of niggas die tryna live like this
[Verse 4: RTB Capo]
Nigga, you can die tryna live this life
Or get rich livin' right
We got twenty hoes with us, we at LIV tonight
I might throw five thousand if I'm feelin' nice
Park the foreign on the grass, yeah, we in the trenches
I get money by myself, I don't fuck with niggas
Hit a bitch and disappear, she say I went missing
I took a picture on the yacht if the feds get me
[Verse 5: RTB MB]
I told my bitch to make sense, so she upped fifty
Got a couple pounds out in Houston, I done upped Whitney
Girly say she feel it in her stomach, yeah, I touch kidneys
Damn, I just bust in this bitch, guess you stuck with me
Chrome Heart, Rollie with the chain, they can't fuck with me
I just hit a bitch off a ten, she in love with me
Feel like Brandon Jennings 'cause I always keep a buck with me
All my niggas carry around straps, ain't no touchin' me
[Verse 6: RTB Chi]
If I pick a bitch up fuckin', she under one-fifty
I'ma get to kissin' on your back, don't fall in love with me
She'll get a whole extra points if she roll 'Woods for me
I got a thing of pickin' bitches that ain't good for me
None of my bitches look the same, I got exotic taste
None of these 'Woods hit the same, this exotic dank
He ain't mean to do it, he ain't even have the time to think
That's a cheap hit, I ain't even gotta touch the bank
[Verse 7: RTB Capo, RTB MB & RTB Chi]
These ones a mayor, I make them bitches move
I'm Hollywood, I feel like I'm Cruz
Bitch, you know the rules, no tops in the pool
If you got a top, give me top, then it's cool
Them the rules, you can put 'em in a notebook
I ain't gon' lie, we was trappin' on Holbrook
How the fuck you eat the whole thing, but you don't cook?
We was servin' fiends in the trenches, we was on cook
I ain't cuffin' hoes, lil' baby, I'm sorry
Fuck a Corvette, we gon' pull up in a 'Rari
Had a fiend was blind, he still ask me how the dope look
You ain't never seen a half-a-million-dollar notebook
You ain't never seen a Black nigga in a Rolls-Royce
They all know my name, down the way, they call me old boy
Used to give niggas favors, they don't get no more
RTB took all his bitches, he ain't got no whores
Cullinan full of thot bitches
We just met, how you know I got bitches?
Big blocka case I wanna drop niggas
If I got caught, then I'm mute 'cause I'm not snitchin'
