Verse 1 [Frank Nitt]:
Yeah, nigga, I've been draped up and dripped out
Chicks with they tits out
Smoke a blunt, ---- at Richie Rich house
Car trading with trees blazing
A couple porn stars
Vegas like shining in Paris
Us niggas going far
Late nights and early flights
Us niggas get in sync
No balance and fresh salads
That make your crib stink
Crush shit like a janitor at Weight Watchers
For the haters got a school full of hate lockers
Can't block us, my niggas, running the play action
You better watch it my niggas as slick as Jermaine Jack is
Here 'e come, we gon' put the flares up
And in the morning we deliver
We pushing the mail truck
Before a purpose I got a mama and short legs
There's people starving while others is being forcefed
So I do it with Vigor I hear my niggas say
Fuck it we ain't tryna be famous from this anyway

Hook [Illa J]:
D don't want no fame, nah
We ain't playin no games, yuh
We just tryna get it, get it
Get that money, spend it
I don't need no chain, nah
I'm just tryna pay off
All my bills, and bills and bills