[Mike D:]
You know what entice me, in this filthy world of balling
Fast cars stacks and thieves, with these bad (*##$es calling

And $#&@ing these ^!$$%z, on the buddy-buddy plan
Pulling all scams cross the line, where it's a hundred a gram
I got the world in my hand, that's just one of my plans

Coming back with stacks of thousands, wrapped up in rubberbands
^!$$% we keep blood money, thug homies and set up mami's
Smuggling bundles in Hummee's, keep you blood clot dummies

Don't front me, or show me the stash bag
Cause when I'm starving out here, ^!$$% I'm coming for that
So when I creep with the mack, you ballers won't see the ball

Better be teflon to the drawas, bulletproof walls and all
Mean while, I'm ease off you ^!$$%z
'Fore I unload reload, calicoes my trigger ^!$$%

How in the hell, is you gon fade a young Don
Knowing damn well, from dusk to dawn I get it on


[Hook:]
They gon back the $#&@ up, (when we act the $#&@ up)
When these ^!$$%z talking %#@!, (on the wall they tacked up) - 2x

See Clay-Doe a wig splitter, (Corleone a go-getter)
Together we made ^!$$%z, (all about that six figgas) - 2x


[Clay-Doe:]
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
^!$$% cause I set it off, when the gun on squirt

Get my team see pay day, or expect beams from Clay-Day
When I squeeze off AK, click is screaming may-day
Four stars, Laf-Tex ^!$$%z killers is way off

Scratching off and basis, for maximum pay off
Take em off the %#@! list, or you'll get yours
Be at your doors with 4-4's, spitting tips through your pores

Other words, better finish doing they chores
But this ^!$$% you can figga up, the creep with no !@^%s
And I know it's a lot of you ^!$$%z, screaming $#&@ that ^!$$%

And I forever tripping on my nuts, you can trust that ^!$$%
And you jackers po' hustlas, keep the billers
Get the road burns and ledge earns, from the heater skills

Building my empire, (*##$ it's murder for hire
Going out in gun fire, Clay-Doe the live wire


[Hook]

[Mike D:]

It's gung-ho Mike D, paper getter Corleone

[Clay-Doe:]

Clay-Doe the wig splitter, busting down millions

[Mike D:]

Now feel us (we killers), on some thugged out %#@!

[Clay-Doe:]

When they act up (they back up), we reload the clip

[Mike D:]

Take trip from Cincinatti, (back down to Texas)

[Clay-Doe:]

(use these hoes to stash yay), got fo' bags of 'rexes

[Mike D:]

Remote control pop spots, (in Yukons and Lexus)

[Clay-Doe:]

(money so long we hauling), on the flat bed stretchers

[Mike D:]

They send they dogs to fetch us, (while we split down extras)
Surran-wrapped in bags caprice, and kayan pepper


[Clay-Doe:]
Hit your spot dropping off, more blocks than Tetris


[Mike D:]
$#&@ing FED's on our tale, (but they'll never catch us)
We too slick with cash bags, fully loaded AR's
Pull up on your set catch wreck, way down your boulevard


[Clay-Doe:]
Till that heart stop pumping on his chest, because he dead
I made sure of that when I pulled up, put one in his head

[Hook]


They gon back the $#&@ up, (when we act the $#&@ up)
When these ^!$$%z talking %#@!, (on the wall they tacked up) [x2]