So you know my crew? We the Most Dangerous Clique
And we got a lot of money bags, call us the ROC
You looking for us?
We on Peachtree, eating at Slice, no pizza
Racks on me, no Visa
And if one of you cats play you get a bunch of red spots like a SuWoo cheetah
My ho like Thug you hot, and Im like pshh stop, bitch Im a freezer
My whole crew ball like eagles
I hate that fuck nigga from cheaters
My left pockets on Monique
My ho sittin round watchin Murray
Right pockets on Rhikishi
Back pocket, two fat kid from the Murphies
I used to be broke now worth it
Tony rolled a kush blunt perfect
Get down with us, we workin
Your phone aint ringing, Im urgent
And if they in the buildin bitch, we contractors
She flexin and I nutted on her call her, cum actor
Old white men in my pocket partyin, bachelors
She threw the pussy at me and I hit it, batter
All these racks on me, so many racks on me
All these hoes on me, nothin but some rats tryna get my cheese
Chris be broke thats coupon
Hand in the air like two ones
Okay lets say you dumb, but if Im twice that means Im too dumb
Right pocket on precious and my left pocket on Norbit
Back pocket on Ricki Lake and the other pocket on Forbes list
I stretch the work, no Bow-Flex
Watchin me no Rolex
Me and Thug ball like Joel heaad
And they cant stand it like broke legs
Fuck around and make me hurt your ass like hemorrhoids
They broke and I know they hurtin cause they pain talkin like lip sores
Shawty raw like a dick with no rubber
Im sleepin on the top, I hope Heaven sellin covers
I tell a bitch anything but never say I love her
Im stunt like my daddy cuz slice a motherfucker
All these racks on me, so many racks on me
All these hoes on me, nothin but some racks tryna get my cheese
So many racks, thats roger them
Aim for the back, no gun with them
Swag to a tee, no playin with him
One eye open, he aim with him
Screaming out loud keep range on them
The money all here 
We in the club but its rainin here
And they drippin wet, no rain in here
Stunner life, go get it
And they sleep 
My front right pocket on ocean
My back left pocket on imma blow the shit
The other pocket on 
So the last pocket gone show it
I front work 
Ice on me, cool breeze
These niggas smoochin for the top, call em ass kissers
Ask your ho bout us, she state the last niggas
Rob who? Take what? No mask, nigga
And at the end of that story, I am the last nigga, yeah
All these racks on me, so many racks on me
All these hoes on me, nothin but some racks tryna get my cheese