Five, all of my hoes dimes
Black and yellow, Optimus Prime
We don't do no nine to five
Birkin yellow, Birkin lime
You ain't got to tell the shorty, know that she a bad bitch
Ride in that Brabus, they know that we havin'
We poppin that cash shit

I'm back in that mode, I'm back on my shit
I'm back on the road, in back of that 'Bach
With a kit on a stick, I'm back on these hoes
Returning from dead, tell these niggas let's get it

I don't let nobody drink my lean
I don't let nobody hold my stick
I don't let nobody drive my shit
I already know I pop my shit
I already know I hit me licks
I already know lil bro my twin
I already know I'm buyin' her skins
I already know that I already know
I already know that I'm holdin' a gen

Shorty just hit me, she asked what I'm doin'
And I told her I'm boolin', I'm on it again
I got a drum on the. 308
I got a burden on top of my heart
I got a drop that ain't showin' up late
I got his name on his bullet that I done went stuffed in a K
My name, just stay the fuck out my face
Championship it, the ring
I got em on point like a beam
I got that medical, part of my schedule
Got her on jiggaboo, back of the yellow coupe
Bitch better tell us if you got a cell
Tote on that hammer, pull up on the set and shoot
She from atlanta, she know I got hella loot
Told me she headed to go look for some baby food

Five, all of my hoes dimes
Black and yellow, Optimus Prime
We don't do no nine to five
Birkin yellow, Birkin lime
You ain't got to tell the shorty, know that she a bad bitch
Ride in that Brabus, they know that we havin'
We poppin that cash shit

I'm poppin that cash shit
I'm poppin that cash shit
I'm poppin that cash shit
I'm poppin that cash shit
Baby, I'm a rich nigga
I'm poppin that cash shit
She poppin this cash shit
She poppin that cash shit
She poppin her shit