[Intro: BangGang Paid Will]
R.I.P. DaDa
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
[Verse 1: BandGang Paid Will]
Money on the floor, I'ma come get it (Yeah)
If a nigga want beef, we gon' come with it (Yeah)
Young nigga been shittin', gettin' dumb chicken
Throw a bag at you, in two weeks I'ma come visit
6 Mile nigga, but I'm plugged in your hood too
Your mans out the way, but you close, so we slump you (Baow)
Big booty bitch give me head in the front room
She with the pop ups, I ain't gotta tell her come through (Damn)
This shit in my blood, shit, I came out a thug (For real)
Ain't nobody give me shit, got it all out the mud
I ain't use no piece, got it all off them drugs
My young dog strapped, better watch how you mug (Nigga)
Deal comin' soon, I'm just waitin' on the date
Niggas plottin' on the chain, bitch, I'm plottin' on the Wraith (Hell yeah)
Feds snatched my niggas, tryna link me to the case
So a nigga low-key, you'll never see my face, bitch (R.I.P. DaDa)
[Chorus: Tee Grizzley & BandGang Masoe]
Money on the floor let's get straight to it (What's the hold up? Let's get straight to it)
Beef on the floor, let's get straight to it (All that talkin', nigga, bah, bah)
Cold thick bitch, bring her straight to me (What's poppin', baby? What's good, baby?)
Niggas sneak dissin', bring 'em straight to me (All that talkin', nigga)
Money on the floor let's get straight to it (What's the hold up?)
Beef on the floor, let's get straight to it (All that talkin', nigga)
Cold thick bitch, bring her straight to me (Ah, ah, what's good, baby?)
Niggas sneak dissin', bring 'em straight to me, ah
[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
How that nigga Tee get out that RTM indictment? (What?)
I wasn't on that case, keep your dick suckers quiet (Shut the fuck up)
When there's smoke on the floor, we ain't sleepin' on it (Where it's at?)
Bro say he saw the beef, set that boy on fire (Slow down then)
Jump out the whip, get his mans, rip them niggas flesh (Brrah)
Free the real, keep the rest, chopper eat the vest
My niggas used to share clothes, I'ma state the facts (True)
We was still pullin' niggas cards, fuckin' all the rats (That's true)
Fast forward, now our goals done got bigger
I been questioned on them murders, I ain't fold on them bitches
Great granddaddy was a slave, I admit it
But they copped so much weight, I let my white boy say "Nigga"
In the sleeve doin' the dash, 'bout to pop the transmission (Skrrt)
Joy Road nigga, face card through the city
That nigga Will say he got the loud, come get it
But don't even look into it if DaDa ain't fuck with you, nigga
[Chorus: Tee Grizzley & BandGang Masoe]
Money on the floor let's get straight to it (What's the hold up? Let's get straight to it)
Beef on the floor, let's get straight to it (All that talkin', nigga, bah, bah)
Cold thick bitch, bring her straight to me (What's good, baby? What's good, baby?)
Niggas sneak dissin', bring 'em straight to me (All that talkin', nigga)
Money on the floor let's get straight to it (What's the hold up?)
Beef on the floor, let's get straight to it (All that talkin', nigga)
Cold thick bitch, bring her straight to me (Ah, ah, DaDa winnin', nigga)
Niggas sneak dissin', bring 'em straight to me, ah (Money)
[Verse 3: BandGang Masoe]
Money on the floor, nigga, bring it straight to me (Uh-huh)
We shot the club up, but you ain't stick around to see (Pussy)
I fuck with real niggas, streets label me a G (A thousand)
Free Streets, suite, one deep clean streets (Yeah)
A nigga squealed on him, gave my dawg a six piece (Free him)
Get put six deep, think this grimey game sweet (Uh-huh)
Know the fit sweet, had it on for 'bout a week ('Bout a week, nigga)
Hustlin' like a bitch, high as God, but can't sleep (Yeah)
Paranoid as fuck, I know all the shit that I then did (I do)
Heard he got hit with the nine, let me fill up my Sig (Grrah)
Don't want to see no pussy boys 'round me, we can't take one pic' (One pic', nigga)
Keep a thick bitch beside me that's gon' take this dick
Tee called, and its all good, let me pull up to y'all hood (Yeah)
Real gotta, we see eye to eye, Ray Charles stood
Can't forget about the days we made a ticket off the jugg
Connected from East to West, I'm who your plug call plug, nigga (Money, nigga)
[Chorus: Tee Grizzley & BandGang Masoe]
Money on the floor let's get straight to it (What's the hold up? Let's get straight to it)
Beef on the floor, let's get straight to it (All that talkin', nigga, bah, bah)
Cold thick bitch, bring her straight to me (What's good, baby? What's good, baby?)
Niggas sneak dissin', bring 'em straight to me (All that talkin', nigga)
Money on the floor let's get straight to it (What's the hold up?)
Beef on the floor, let's get straight to it (All that talkin', nigga)
Cold thick bitch, bring her straight to me (Ah, ah, what's good, baby?)
Niggas sneak dissin', bring 'em straight to me, ah
