[Intro]

Ramyonthabeat.

[Don toliver]

Got p's on call I hit that lick

I got a bitch that's fine as shit

She pullin' up to juug the hit

Come with the bag and come split

Don't worry 'bout nothin' it's counterfeit

He has the chance, finesse the bitch

Move with no evidence

Just call me if he tests shit

Got p's on call I hit that lick

I got a bitch that's fine as shit

She pullin' up to juug the hit

Come with the bag and come split

Don't worry 'bout nothin' it's counterfeit

He has the chance, finesse the bitch

Move with no evidence

Just call me if he tests shit.

Now what I told you girl

Go get the bag and make that money

Shake that ass and keep it comin'

Set it up, gon' take some

Now what I told you girl

If he got a question, I don't know

He might be feds, and I ain't goin'

Undercover lying, you ain't even know

Now what I told you girl

Go get the bag, stack it up

Too much ass, back it up

Go get the coupe, and wrap it up

Now what I told you girl

If he on the phone, then he callin' law

You better run, and make a haul

You better snatch the bag and all

See I'm on aim, with precision

I ain't gon' lie, I got vision

Yeah, I got dope, in the kitchen

Book a hotel, when I'm whippin'.

Got p's on call I hit that lick

I got a bitch that's fine as shit

She pullin' up to juug the hit

Come with the bag and come split

Don't worry 'bout nothin' it's counterfeit

He has the chance, finesse the bitch

Move with no evidence

Just call me if he tests shit

Got p's on call I hit that lick

I got a bitch that's fine as shit

She pullin' up to juug the hit

Come with the bag and come split

Don't worry 'bout nothin' it's counterfeit

He has the chance, finesse the bitch

Move with no evidence

Just call me if he tests shit.

[Dice soho]

I got a freaky shit boss bitch

Got her own money she can talk shit

Chest still jumpin' like a mosh pit

Bentley truck, fuck with the top whip

Pop shit, my watch lit

So cold, I got sick

Diamonds hit hard like ... twins

Ninth grade recs in my cargo pants

Rodeo on a tuesday

You don't even know da amount I spent

Free my dawgs, hit a lick for a mil'

Bust it down with all my friends

All my hoes got my name on their body

Tryna turn a maserati to a bugatti

Made 'em learn to stretch like they're doin' pilates

Choppin' down trees and I don't know karate

Just got off the phone with ...

Smokin' with scotty

Hell yeah, the packs finally landed

God damn, I'm feelin' real jolly

We got drugs, we got bottles

We the life of the party

... on my drip, and that ain't hearty

And my niggas smoke like bob marley.

[Don toliver]

Got p's on call I hit that lick

I got a bitch that's fine as shit

She pullin' up to juug the hit

Come with the bag and come split

Don't worry 'bout nothin' it's counterfeit

He has the chance, finesse the bitch

Move with no evidence

Just call me if he tests shit

Got p's on call I hit that lick

I got a bitch that's fine as shit

She pullin' up to juug the hit

Come with the bag and come split

Don't worry 'bout nothin' it's counterfeit

He has the chance, finesse the bitch

Move with no evidence

Just call me if he tests shit.