[Intro]
Are you in the mafia?
Am I in a what?
Whatever you wanna call it — organized crime
I'm in the waste management business (Ayy, real gutta shit)
Everybody immediately assumes you’re mobbed up

[Verse 1: DameDot]
You know me, I'ma keep it one hundun
Bitch, I got a couple percs, do you want one?
All the hoes say I'm trippin’, yeah, I'm on one
So what's up with that pussy? 'Cause I want some
She gon' fuck for a Bape hoodie 'cause she ain't got one
You ain't the real brick man, n***a, stop frontin’
Stop callin’ like you really tryna cop somethin'
Call my lil’ n***as up, they gon' drop somethin'
Got the Y-3 joggy on, I ain't even joggin’
With the fog lights on, bitch, and it ain't even foggy
Jumped out the black Benz lookin' all bossy
Get a n***a scratched off and it ain't even cost me (Cost me)
I'm lookin' for some oranges for the forty-two
Drunk as hell off this 1942
I'm in the club shootin' threes
I don't choose these hoes, these hoes be choosin' me
I'm thinkin' to myself, "I'm 'bout to Jimmy Choo me"
I'm lookin' for a bitch on her shit like me
A bonafide freak
A bitch go brazy on the dick and fuck with me to the T
Now I just want to fuck with a real bitch
Can somebody point me to a real bitch?
We don't do drill music, but we drill shit
And bring a OT roll back from pill trips
[Chorus: DameDot]
Okay, we started on the East side
Now it's time to hit the West with it one time
We just left Erotic City, it was lunchtime
Now we on our way West, 'bout to hit Diamonds
I just wanna spend some money
I just wanna spend some money
I just wanna spend some money
I just wanna spend some money

[Verse 2: Ace Cino]
We was broke, used to sit up on them stoops
Now we sittin' in them coupes
With a whole team of n***as that like to shoot
Like the D-League, used to fuck a bitch named Mimi
Whole strips, yeah, I get that shit from my TT
I done seen so many n***as switch, you won't believe
Now I'm convinced that my haters really need me
At the brib, my kids watchin' me on TV
OT in the suite gettin' head reading
Party pack of percs and I'm gone off a three-piece
Countin' up this chicken, I ain't talkin' 'bout a three piece
Baby girl a groupie, keep my songs on repeat
In the club, big strap on me, you ain't gotta search
Tryna get rich so my mama ain't gotta work
Six-hundred dollars on a collar shirt
Baby girl bad, go to school, she get out of work
She ain't gotta twerk, scoop my bag when she get out of church
[Chorus: DameDot]
Okay, we started on the East side
Now it's time to hit the West with it one time
We just left Erotic City, it was lunchtime
Now we on our way West, 'bout to hit Diamonds
I just wanna spend some money
I just wanna spend some money
I just wanna spend some money
I just wanna spend some money
Okay, we started on the East side
Now it's time to hit the West with it one time
We just left Erotic City, it was lunchtime
Now we on our way West, 'bout to hit Diamonds
I just wanna spend some money
I just wanna spend some money
I just wanna spend some money
I just wanna spend some money