[Intro: YG]
Mustard on the beat, hoe

[Verse 1: Royce The Choice]
Lay down for a nigga, or get out by 6
I hit a lick before I wosh my dick
Had to drop the kids off, bout 8 this morning
Back to this bank I chace, like JP Morgan
Got a broke bitch, put it in her mouth
It's cool to watch the game at your house
Let me think about it, thought about it, no
Plug to plug, but you was at your home
I don't know, just some shit I don't condone
My nefew smokin, off the D Lo
I need paper, pink, print a few sheets
Got a freak in the drop, only in her dreams
Acount stack, we do that all week
No fools, we cut down your tree
With a couple LBs in the air with it
Me, I give 'm ten racks, like a bear with it

[Verse 2: RJ]
Nigga, I give 'm a Berkin, fuck around, might give 'm a burger
Maybe even give a Berkin to them bitches that take it a little further
Sellin that Turky, no opertoonity, leave it in curtins
Got him in chearch and merk him, that's the perpis
You just talkin, I drive all the cars
He car tellin, I'm cartellen
Royce, they better not say nothin on your name, boy, you a fellin
I shoot they parents, grandparents, cause mine all fellins
Love myself today, sweet high
Fuck them decoys, don't wanna see the streetside