Yo, you thirsty? Pals, yo, I'm fuckin' dehydrated, yo. You got any money? Three pennies and a bottle of lint, kid. All the kush that we blow, so you know I'm at the show. Lookin' good for these hoes, got they man on patrol. Shorty wanna live it up, playin' hard to get, but she wanna give it up. Yeah, you smokin' good, but we probably smokin' better. At 151, takin' shots with no Beretta. Know me, homie, I'm the king. You can watch me do my thing with a drink. Gettin' drunk, havin' one-night flings. This is Pittsburgh, home of the six rings. We gettin' money now. All we hear is cha-ching, cha-ching. And we do anything to get this paper, so they follow everywhere we go. So for the bullshit we ain't got later, cause we out here on this road. And we do anything to get this paper, so they follow everywhere we go. So for the bullshit we ain't got later, cause we out here on this road. Cool-ass fly-ram chillin', young fool. Gin cups sippin', that's me, that's what I do. I got the gang in my blood, stream strong, how I'm livin'. And I'm G'd up, so now they just throwin' away the kitten, it's real. I swear you hella bad, the youngin' Mac told me about you. But we cool, if you stuck up, we could go without you. We on this money, he's schoolin', you know I beat a block. I swear the homie got a gift, so he don't need to block. Zigzag papers, king size. Smokin', chillin' in angry cars, mean rides. Pop was a hustler, and moms ran track. So tell me what you get in me, when you mix that. I just shit back, light mines. And middle finger you suckers, with my nice rams. So whether at home, on the road, we gettin' dough. And follow us everywhere that we go. And we do anything to get this paper, so they follow everywhere we go. So for the bullshit we ain't got later, cause we out here on this road. And we do anything to get this paper, so they follow everywhere we go. So for the bullshit we ain't got later, cause we out here on this road.