[Chorus: Unknown Artist]
This one for you, (For you) this one for you, n***a
This one for you, I said this one for you (Right now)

[Verse: Cola La Flare]
All black, hoodie up, shoulder rubbing against the butt
Ski mask, fold it up, fold it down when we pullin' up
We goin' through the plan, we goin' in and we be out
If they finna make it difficult, I'm finna take 'em out
(Loaded) Then, when I kick in the door
Take the drugs and kidnap they hoe
Ain't a ransom, we sell that bitch
Unless she finna be down with the clique
(Unless she's) Really wanna flip on the clique
She gotta have street smarts, gotta have wit
Gotta have money, though, catch me a whip
Gotta be down to hit up that lick
(I said all) Bitches in the gang go through
Put 'em together with all the thing they do
And I'll be tying my hair up and fighting the rags
They actin' all hard, but they're pusses of sags (You)
Ain't got no money, but where was the bag?
You ain't got no basket? My pop's in the club
His time has start, this is time, it ain't real
His bitch ain't got no sex appeal
His
[Pre-Chorus: Unknown Artist]
Bad bitches love paper, (Paper) her lip fly, skyscraper
Her love gettin' n***as later, so I especially love my haters (Let's get it)
Bad bitches love paper, (Paper) her lip fly, skyscraper
Her love gettin' n***as later, so I especially love my haters (Let's get it)

[Chorus: Unknown Artist]
This one for you, (For you) this one for you, n***a
This one for you, I said this one for you (Right now)
This one for you, (For you) this one for you, n***a
This one for you, I said this one for you (Right now)