(Intro – Maceo & Future)
Yeah, hey
We really having paper
Lil Mexico s**t ni**a
I’m talking bout we having real bands in this s**t, you dig?
(Chorus – Future)
Yeah-yeah, we having it, we having it, we having it
We havin it yeah, we havin it yeah
I got a check and I’m havin it
I got a check and I’m havin it
I got the gas and I’m havin it
I got the gas and I’m havin it
You drank and havin no check
You basically havin no check
And now we gon aim at your flesh
And ni**as gon aim at your chest
We studied how to sell us some crack and then we had learn to finesse
Lil Mexico playing with bails, Lil Mexico playing with bricks
(Verse 1 – Future)
F**k all that social media, I leave it up to the kids
We go to lunch at Cheetah then we go back to the six
I know the tricks of the trade, I wanna hit me a lick
Lionel Richie to a bad bi**h
50,000 on a bad bi**h
Had a mattress
F**k that bi**h, she a savage
Gold digger, she a savage
I’ma pass her to the savage
Tom Fords on everyday
Upper Echelon everyday
Get the funds on everyday
I cash out, no layaway
Real one, no fame daddy
We gon get into all the fame daddy
We take for leave in the plane daddy
Got the gang-gang in the plane daddy
Styrofoams and some red bottoms
50,000, the feds got it
Real diamonds, yeah, real diamonds
Pop a seal, hope you feel better
(Bridge – Future)
She never seeks, I sign on
Fully loaded, that Scion
I grinded up, you just paying off
I’m blood money like the Phantom
I swear that this voucher could dance on you
Murder squad, I stand on you
No facade, I stand on you
I swear to God I stand on you
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 2 – Maceo)
You can tell I’m having bi**h, I ain’t gotta manage it
All of my diamonds be here, you can tell by the clarity
We rocking red diamonds, you rocking the rhinestones
Act’ in my styrofoam, I’m getting my grind on
These ni**as just hate that I’m getting it
Well f**k it, I sold out the citadel
Some of these gas bags and the trash bags
Got you wondering where the stash at
We robbing no handgun
I’ma put on for my day one
Real come get, no Akon
Pink grass look like Barry Bonds
You think I ain’t back with a check?
You think I ain’t got no finesse?
You think my ni**as ain’t killers?
You think that my ni**as won’t aim at your head?
Drop a check on you, you a plate now
Right price, you get ate now
Whole city know I’m having it
Bands in and I’m taxing it
(Repeat Chorus)
(Bridge – Future)
She never seeks, I sign on
Fully loaded, that Scion
I grinded up, you just paying off
I’m blood money like the Phantom
I swear that this voucher could dance on you
Murder squad, I stand on you
No facade, I stand on you
I swear to God I stand on you
