[Intro: Luh Tyler]
(I really like to use cash)
N***a, ayy, yeah, n***a
Get the front and the backend before I pop out
Tell 'em get the front and the backend, n***a, uh
Ay, I done brought them racks in (Ayy, yeah)

[Verse 1: Luh Tyler]
'Fore I pop out, know I need the front and the backend, uh, n***a (N***a, what? Ayy)
I done ran it up, done brought them racks in (Brought them racks in)
Go tell 'em if they tryna get that feature, bitch, I'm taxin' (Lil' bitch, I'm taxin')
Sit back, kick my feet up, count that paper, I'm relaxin' (I'm relaxin')
Uh, n***a, get back on that snap shit, get up in that mode (In that mode)
You tweakin' if you think I'm cuffin' hoes, you must play with your nose (With your nose)
Lil' brodie bring that backend, he got za and bud, play with them loads (He play with them loads)
Tell them people if they drop that bag, I'll rock the stage for sure (Rock that stage for sure)
Tell them people if they drop that bag, man, I'm gon' rock the stage (Yeah)
I wake up, it's the first thing in the morning, got some guap today (What the fuck?)
I got that bag, I'm feelin' fly today, I might go drop that cake (Drop that bag, n***a)
Don't fuck with that bop, she known for givin' drops just like it was a fade (Just get the fuck)
Just keep on snappin', stay up in the Yola, n***a, you gon' make it (You gon' make it, n***a)
I be out the way, bitch, I be tryna stay wherever the fuck that cake at (Wherever the fuck that cake at, n***a)
Better watch your bitch, I got her actin' out, she say she tryna get naked (Tryna get naked, n***a)
No, I can't fuck with these n***as 'cause they hate, man, they can keep that fake shit (Keep that fake shit)
Like baow, brodie face shit
Got on dark shades, on my Johnny Cage shit (Uh)
Went and upped that price, I had to raise it (N***a, what?)
Sip that drank, like GTA, I'm wasted
I keep that paper, go run it up, I chase it
Get that za, break down, roll up and face it (Ugh, ugh)
When my n***as mask up, they look like Jason
Know I gotta get that cake up, bring that pape' in (N***a, ayy)
[Verse 2: Tony Shhnow]
Before I pop out, I need the front and the backend
Of course I got that on me, what you need? Yes, I'm taxin'
Fuck the section, you can give me the money that you paid for it
I don't need the bottle service, I got shots prepared for it
You ask what I like outside of rappin', I say money
Fuck a hobby, I'm in love with thumbin' them blue hundreds
I ain't the type to politic with you
Might hit a lick with you
I ain't the one you wanna talk to about your godsister
Don't call me when your baby born, 'cause I don't give a fuck
Believe, no money in the topic, I won't hit you up
Don't text my phone, don't email me, don't IG message
Don't check for me unless you got somethin' for my checkings
You need air, food, and water, I need money on arrival
I'm a real trap n***a, when we lost Dolph, I lost an idol
You gon' bitch, but I'm a man, you gon' gossip like a ho
You might lie, but I'ma stand, before I go broke, I'll be damned