[Chorus/Intro: Premier scratching & Conway the Machine]
Hold up, back up
Yeah, n***a
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
No-no-n-no-no-no time to hide
You know the fuckin' vibes, n***a, gangsta shit, fuck n***a
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
No-no-n-no-no-no-no time to hide
Drive-bys in broad daylight, n***a (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!)
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
Give a fuck who outside, boy
No-no-no-no time to hide
Look, look, look (Brrrr)

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
We got guns like the military
Kill and bury all the opps until I fill a cemetery (Hahahahaha)
You know the motto, I smoke the Gelato, lemon-cherry
Fifty-clip in every stick I carry, I’m a visionary (Uh-huh)
I seen this shit 'fore it came to fruition (No cap)
When I used to be recitin' my shit while I was baggin’ 'caine in the kitchen (Whip up)
Weighin' and whippin', I got shot in my head, I almost died, bro
I came within inches: why I been stayin' relentless (I'm on shit)
Yeah, at fifteen, caught a body
Turned around and looked for witnesses, but never saw nobody
How I'm breakin' bricks up with my hands? I wasn’t taught karate
I just flipped that shit and took the bands
And went and bought a Masi (Vroom)
Ridin’ with the .40 by me, 2021 for 'em
My brother on parole, he still ridin’ with his gun on him (He got his blicky, n***a)
Whippin' fish up all night 'til it become mornin' (Uh-huh)
Stay in your lane, this your one warning (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!)
Machine, bitch
[Chorus: Premier scratching & MC Eiht]
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
Geah
No-no-no-no-no time to hide
Honcho
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
No-no-no-n-no-no time to hide
Geah, n***a, Honcho
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
Haha
No-no-no-no-no-no time to hide
Geah, Honcho
Hold up, back up - Got to get-get the dough
A-and-and everything is alright
Big shit, n***a!
Geah (B-b-b-brah, geah)

[Verse 2: MC Eiht]
I had a dream: by any means, kingpin (Geah)
Sink or swim, I’m jumpin' off in the deep end
Gang signs and a strap, a young adolescent (Gr-r-r-ah)
Dope fiends and hood rats, you get the message? (Haha)
Gang rhymes and a strap, and a few crack bags (Crack bags)
Drive-bys and bodies, a couple toe tags (Doo doo doo)
Young n***a, tight eyes in a black Suzuki (Vroom)
Blue rag, deuce-deuce and a fat dookie
Snaps on the petro, the dope whip (Dope whip)
Hit your block twice, n***a, turnaround trip (B-b-b-brah)
.40 by the waist, shit, extra clip (Extra clip)
Tryna cut it one more? Geah, extra flip (Ch-ch-ch, yeah)
Marathon like Nip, win the race (Win the race)
Whip a pill with the work, babyface (Haha)
Yeah, my n***a with the piece, no Jesus
Four-five, n***a, you bustas have never squeezed it
Geah (Geah)
[Chorus/Outro: Premier scratching & MC Eiht]
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
No-no-no-no-n-no time to hide
Geah, Honcho
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
No-no-no time to hide
Geah, n***a, Honcho
Hold up, back up - Got-to-get-the dough
Haha, geah
No-no-no-no-no-no time to hide
Honcho
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
Blue Stamp Official
And-and-and everything is alright
Geah! Honcho
My n***a Conway, what up? Preemo in the building!
My n***a Chill, Dior?
And that's official, n***a
Doo doo doo! Geah
Shots fired, clown
Fuck that, we the best, right here
Hood shit, n***a
Geah