E-E-Epps on the track

Cypress

What the f*ck you sayin' to me

If it ain't some money? (If it ain't some money)

All these niggas movin' broke

They need to make a FundMe (make a FundMe)

Keep it real, niggas jealous

Need to keep 'em from me (keep 'em from me)

We them niggas at the party

Shootin' at your buddies (shootin' at your buddies)

I see dawg movin' sour

I can't really trust it (trust it)

And I know you niggas with it

So I gotta bust it (so I gotta bust it)

See this chain, I'ma kill you

If you fuckin' touch it (ay)

This your main, but not to me

Because I'm finna f*ck it (finna f*ck it)

I do s**t you niggas can't

'Cause niggas can't afford (niggas can't afford)

You gon' pull yourself a line

I'm finna pull four (pull four)

I just blew a couple thousand

Finna blow some more (blow some more)

Bitch, I'm jammin' off this Perky

We gon' blow some more (blow some more)

We them niggas in the city

If you ain't know (bitch)

Actin' out

'Cause you niggas got no bank roasts (no bank roasts)

You the type to chase some p***y

Go and get a bag (go and get it)

Nigga better get it right

Or he gon' get it bad (for real)

She want a molly, a Perc, Gucci on her purse

I just pulled a five, and then I dropped it in a squirt

We them niggas poppin', all you niggas lookin' hurt

We them niggas poppin', put your homie on a shirt

She want a molly, a Perc, Gucci on her purse

I just pulled a five, and then I dropped it in a squirt

We them niggas poppin', all you niggas lookin' hurt

(Ay, J.I Bandz) we them niggas poppin', put your homie on a shirt

When your b***h come up missin', we the ones to blame (we the ones)

We the ones gettin' to it, all the diamond chains (we the ones)

We the ones poppin', we the ones that's paid (yeah, yeah)

We the ones got your main b***h up on the blade

Yeah, already undressin', she my dime fetish (dime fetish)

Ever see them foreigns, just know them is not rented (ah)

We the ones told, we the ones with Glocks (keep a Glock)

We the ones trippin', now get on your top

Said she want a foreign, 'cause her last n***a borin' (ay, yo)

Never f*ck with me, 'cause she know that I can afford it (can afford it)

Keep it on a hush, said she ain't into fame (shh)

Shoot it in real-life, we ain't really into games (into games)

Said she want the Gucci, Louis, and all the Prada (and all the Prada)

But she ain't fuckin' or suckin', ain't gettin' nada (gettin' nada)

Real ice bustin', it's walkin', sippin', tussin' (ay)

If you ain't talkin' about money, it's no discussion, for real

She want a molly, a Perc, Gucci on her purse

I just pulled a five, and then I dropped it in a squirt

We them niggas poppin', all you niggas lookin' hurt

We them niggas poppin', put your homie on a shirt

She want a molly, a Perc, Gucci on her purse

I just pulled a five, and then I dropped it in a squirt

We them niggas poppin', all you niggas lookin' hurt

We them niggas poppin', put your homie on a shirt