[Intro]
Production by Cricet

[Verse 1: Sporty Gotti]
That lil' bitch broke, talkin' 'bout she 304
Well, this a motherfuckin' PGO and I'ma need my dough
Figuero' up to E. 1-4
Green light, bitch, I'm ready to go
That lil' bitch broke
That lil' bitch broke

[Verse 1: Sporty Gotti]
Up and down the track with racks on my mental
Simple, I'm on point like a pencil
Mental, nothin' but some PGO
Figuero' up to E. 1-4
Now this some old pimp hop for the hoes tryna choose a P
This a funky ass beat, gotta move your feet
This some P-I-M-P-I-N-G
The bitch came with a choosin' fee
Introducing Mr. Macnito the magnificent mack
The ism up front, the squares can fall back
All black mink and slacks on a track
With a down ass bitch just runnin' up a trap
Like hey now, say now, the game is no joke
That bitch a renegade out here with no folks
I'm kickin' plenty game from Figuero' to ho
If you mash too hard, the bitch is gon' blow
Talkin' 'bout she 304
Well, this a motherfuckin' PGO, and I'ma need my dough
Figuero' up to E. 1-4
Green light, bitch, I'm ready to go
That lil' bitch broke
That lil' bitch broke
[Verse 2: Suga Free]
That lil' bitch broke, ha, whatever floats your boat
But I'll stab her in the throat with a Dayton spoke
Sporty got it, got the fever that make you wanna holla
With the bitches around him more loyal than a Chihuahua, yeah
Now put the P in the paint
Man, these days, I don't even need no ho
Man, a bitch'll be in the way
I like to stare at the crowd, and watch them hookers wonder, "Damn"
Because they know who the fuck I am
I see these suckers wanna take it and fake it to R&B
No broke bitch come run, come lie 'pon me
You got to take it
Bitch, if you didn't have Suga Free, you'd to make him
Touch it, fix it to wealth
Motherfucker be askin' me, "Suga Free, what color is that tré?"
I laugh and say, "I mixed it myself"
It's still above in it
They say, "Man, but that motherfucker"
I said, "N***a, is the fuckin' lovin'"