[Intro]

(Zaytoven)

(Trauma Tone)

[Verse: Money Man]

I'm a real 'za seller, do you understand me?

Wipe a pussy nigga down for tryna come and rob me

I ain't sellin' a nigga shit unless he coppin' whole P

I be ridin' 'round the city whippin' flipped Ferraris

Nigga ever try me, they gon' have to have a bunk ready

Duffle bag full of trees, we drag 'em in it, this shit heavy

Got your bitch soakin' wet, she blowin' me up, she say she ready

Trappin' in these white Forces, got me feelin' like I'm Nelly

I was locked up in DeKalb, I was boxin' with my celly

Fillin' up them turkey bags, watchin' Ed, Edd n Eddy

If you a real bitch then you would fuck me right now in that 'Lamb

You ain't no real shooter so let me take that pistol out your hand

I feel like Comcast around this bitch, I got Runtz on demand

Man, the way I put that shit on, they should call me Dapper Dan

On my side we runnin' shit, nigga, it's gon' stay that way

With this black out, thumpin' shit, nigga, like a 808

I'm at Bal Harbour shoppin', I blew thirty up in Webster

Got this shit from growin', dog, I ain't need me no investor

Got these racks inside this bag, let me dump 'em out and count it

Growin' strains, I keep diverting power from all of my houses

Sent that shit right back, I told the plug that shit right there was lousy

Go and serve like fifty bags and then go duck off in Stone Mountain

Pull up Sprinter, hoppin' out designer bags in my hand

Got that FN 57, I just pray this shit don't jam

All I talk is 'za numbers, I know it's hard to understand

All I talk is motion shit, I know the streets gon' comprehend