If ya'll wanna hang out with the gangstas, ya'll go 'head
I'm just gonna count a little m0th3rfuckin' bread
If ya'll wanna slither with the snakes, then ya'll go 'head
I keep a pedicured lawn so them snakes, they will be dead
Tears of joy run down my cheek onto the soil
I would trick off on your b1tch, but she ain't loyal (she disloyal)
Nothing but love for you n1ggas riding with no tint
Grand total, five digits, make these hoes repent
Popped a couple pills, I feel like Johnny Mad Dog (geek, geek)
I lost a couple friends, I'm tryna get these bands dog
You know we in this b1tch, we throwin' up them grands, ya'll
And once we get that club, we 'bout that fun, go H·A·M ya'll
My comrades want them mills, my comrades want them millions
My comrades want them bills, my comrades want them billions
My comrades want that tri, my comrades want them trillions
Yeah, we need more than racks, my comrades want them illions
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I'm Katz, and I'll be your host for the night.