(feat. Lil' O)

[Intro:]

Count my money, party with (*##$es
Hundreds and fitties, big $$# !@%$
Count the green, get in between those !@%$


[talking:]
I lay mine down at the do', huh


[Hook: x2]
Me and my ^!$$%z, we got rules with these (*##$es

(don't let em know your hand, putting em all in your bidness)
They ain't that special $$#, but provide twenty (*##$es
(and keep your mind, on your mother$#&@ing riches)


[Mr. 3-2:]
These broads be bopping club hopping, trying to see what they could get

I know before a trick, trying to come up I fit
Business and pleasure don't mix, with Mr. 3-2
I'ma smash and pass the $$#, to my partnas when I'm through

Who's $#&@ing who, behind closed do's
Real playas get chose, and keep they mind on papo'
24/7 around the clock, it don't stop

I bust a nut and burn out, conversation is all I got
These (*##$es plot and scheme, running con game
On any mother$#&@er, that they seeing having change

The fortune and fame, is far from the love potent
Better play it like it go, cause these girls is cut throat


[Clay-Doe:]
What I don't need to hear, is a (*##$ that just gave up
Her face and rear, in my mother$#&@ing ear

Last year was last year, hoe it ain't the same
Your pass main thang, to $#&@ off your brain
I'm ahead of the game, that these tricks be playing

Crushing $$# in a van, I feel %#@! you saying
Like this dumb (*##$, that use to talk a bunch of %#@!
Trying to come up, but all she got to do is lunch with it

Planted my fists, laws with these $#&@ing drawas and jaws
Conversate her fun without, no stars and flaws
Clay-Docious game ferocious, coat dropper

Don't care if you a show stopper, I got nothing for no bopper

[Hook x2]


[Lil' O:]
Fat Rat Wit Da Cheese, boy I rip up blocks

When I make my glock, hiccup shots
^!$$%z be picking up they jaws, when a ^!$$% come pick up they cot
Take they main (*##$, and split her twat

Hit her spot like ten men, that's why she dent in
And called her girlfriends, and had to mention
That that Lil' O ^!$$%, he don't play no games

Like these other fraud cats, I won't say no names
Say cocaine, and watch boys say Lil' O
Got whatever hustlers need, from a brick to a O

I do my bidness old school, man you get it and go
Jackers get wet, from they head to they toe I said it befo'


[Mike D:]
Everytime you hit the #~!!@, (*##$es acting like you warm
Put nothing past them ^!$$%, trust em far as you can throw em

I show em what I mob off, in a Escallade on 20 inches
If it ain't my main thang, pass em off to my ^!$$%z
See I supply figgas, so game reco' game

On my toes like ballerinos, when dealing with dames
See you's a fool, if your main hoe chucking the puddy
And every ^!$$% in the hood, distributing cookies

And y'all rookies got these hookies, so far in your mix
On how you break down bricks, and double up on thirty six
Better act like you know, cause ^!$$%z'll slide hoes up under ya

Trade they $$# for ya cash, and leave your dumb $$# pondering

[Hook x4]