[Verse 1]

Look, standing in the cypher rocking

To driving some of the hottest cars New Jersey's ever seen

To dropping some of the dopest mixtapes that you ever heard

And it's all courtesy of weed, a couple of Percs, and lean, baby

I wish you niggas that would owe me some bread would come and drop it off

I wish she start tongueing a girl, but she won't pop it off

Wish I knew you wasn't with the shit, so what you hopping for?

When pussy's thrown your way every nanosecond it's not an option ya'll

Normally a sponge, but this some shit I just cannot absorb

Why ya'll are dressed like Metro Boomin? I wish you would knock it off

Wish the best MC didn't mean who is more popular

But I just booked my next nine months, ready to lock and more



[Hook]

Money is a lot to grab

Before we get to it there's a question that I gotta ask

Where's all my niggas with the rubber grips? (bust shots)

And if you with me mama, I'm rubbin' ya tits, and whatnot

[Verse 2]

I hear they thinkin' bout speakin' my name

Bet if they could I'm takin bets

Money on my hood, money on me, I'm good

Money on the wood, money on wishin' that money would

That's him against the wild life

And I got money on the woods, baby

Two bitches, three's company, how I half with her

This Hennessy don't do the trick, then watch this Jack trip her

I'm tryna' buy a compound, I need the pad bigger

Thats seven bed rooms, eight and half baths, I figure

Bad strippers, and fraudulent hourglass figures

Got every bartender thinkin' she'll get a glass slipper

You see a line of bottles comin', guess who orderin' 'em

I'm pointin' at one, they all coming in

Every rapper in your crew, my crew is slaughtering them

Put vegetables in your house, nobody walking again

What time you get off, I'm showing up there

Nine in one hand, .45 in the other, round quarter to ten



[Hook]

I mean, the money is a lot to grab

Before we get into there's a question that I gotta ask

Wheres all my niggas with the rubber grips? (bust shots)

And if you with me ma, I'm rubbin' ya tits, and whatnot



[Verse 3]

How many MC's must get dissed?

In the great words of Buckshot my answer is "why the f**k not?"

Come to bars, I'm the same nigga that love to club hop

Don't be the guy to get your entire team in a rough spot

We the OG, thorough niggas, huggin' the block

Way down to the crooked businessman thats fudgin' them docs

The early teams in the hoods out there f**kin' with cops

Know they f**k with us back now, especially if you black now

It's Joe