[Intro: Doughboy Clay]
(Reuel, stop playin' with these n***as)
'Cause, bitch, we winnin'
Oh
And bitch, we trendin'

[Chorus: Doughboy Clay]
And bitch, we winnin'
My n***as winnin', yeah
And bitch, we trippin' (Bitch, we trippin')
Now we trendin', yeah

[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
Ayy
A bitch got one time to tell me no and she cut off
She say I'm bougie, yeah, that's how I'm meant to come off (Duh)
Use that brain on you 'fore that 40 knock a chunk off, huh
Put change on you, they gon' slide down like gumballs
Since everybody swipers now, let's have a punch-off
Puttin' numbers on them cards like a dunk-off
Two bitches fightin' for my dick, call that jumpball
Up the burner, make a pussy catch it like he fucked raw
N***as know we did that shh, it ain't unsolved
F's on, my bitch bad like she flunked, dawg
Whole time was workin', they thought I was takin' months off
They call me Mr. Cut-a-Bitch-Off, she got one straw
Told the bitch I'm broke, my son rich, but he stingy
Left my Instagram page public so my ex can see me
Just blew a hundred K, is this a dream? Somebody pinch me, huh
Keep that four-four on me like Wendy
[Chorus: Doughboy Clay & Skits]
Bitch, we winnin' (Whole gang in this bitch, tenth Mob what we bang in this bitch)
My n***as winnin', yeah ('Bout a dollar in this bitch, pop a n***a like a collar in this bitch)
And bitch, we trippin' (On tip in this bitch, we don't trip, whole clip in this bitch)
Now we trendin', yeah (Said she on me in this bitch, bet she fuck me like she know me in this bitch)

[Post-Chorus: Doughboy Clay]
We on tip like, "Do that shit," yeah
We on tip like, "Do that shit," yeah, yeah (Uh)

[Verse 2: HBK]
Talk shit, I pull hundreds out my pocket, have a slap-fest
That chopper make a n***a act right if he act left
My plug call, I turn in my paper like it's a SAT test
That's your bitch call, I drown in her pussy 'til it's my last breath
These new days, y'all act like hoes, where y'all adam's apple?
This 40 really in my hand, I ain't a battle rapper
Bitch, I'm cruisin', gettin' money, I'ma smash you after
And throw you out when I hit, I'ma have to after
Money ain't everything, it's the the only thing
Shit, I'm startin' to feel me and my n***as, we the only gang
You don't see the bottom of the shores when you on the plane
Still'll be a standup n***a even on a cane (Uh)
I ain't got no feelings, my heart Novocaine
That n***a thought that he was stuntin' 'til the Rover came
You a well-known rat, boy, you owe the game
The more n***as ridin' with you, then that's more to blame
[Chorus: Doughboy Clay]
Bitch, we winnin' (Bitch, we winnin')
My n***as winnin', yeah (My n***as winnin')
And bitch, we trippin' (Yeah)
Now we trendin', yeah (Bitch, we get that)
We on tip like, "Do that shit," yeah (Do that shit)
We on tip like, "Do that shit," yeah, yeah (Do that shit)

[Outro: Doughboy Clay & Skits]
We leave, I got the whole gang in this bitch, ayy
I told the opps that it's up in this bitch, ayy, ayy
And bitch, we trippin'
Whole gang in this bitch, Tenth Mob what we bang in this bitch
Said she on me in this bitch, bet she fuck me like she know me in this bitch
'Bout a dollar in this bitch, pop a n***a like a collar in this bitch