[Hook: Quilly]
Im stackin that money at PAL
I beat my case at the trial
Ima be here for a while
She say that she lovin my style
Trap house is open come Drive Thru
Im servin them right out the drive thru
Wow! Wow!

[Verse 1: Quilly]
Whipping up the cakes
Razor blade or plate
I dont need no baggies
Im just sellin weight
I dont need no friends
Long as my money straight
I dont talk on the phone
I just talk face to face
Im countin these 100s and throwin these 1s
I got paper on paper my money not done
I got shooters on shooters so closet the gun
Gotcha bitch at the telly she ready to cum
Can't buy my jacket cuz its 1 on 1
I just fucked dem bitches then its one and done
I just hit a lick I did that for fun
I just got a bag and it weigh a ton
[Hook: Quilly]
Im stackin that money at PAL
I beat my case at the trial
Ima be here for a while
She say that she lovin my style
Trap house is open come Drive Thru
Im servin them right out the drive thru
Wow! Wow!
Im servin them right out the drive thru

[Verse 2: Quilly]
Junkies at my door They just want some more
N***as at my door hit em wit the .4
Hammers in the ceiling Ounces on the floor
Gotta get this money sick of being poor
Tired of these bitches
Tired of fuck n***as
Half ass trappas
Tone wassup wit em
I got 500 pills
Brought a new wheel
Got a new house
Cousin Got killed
Rest in Peace my n***a
Pour a lil liquor
They told me when you get rich
You supposed to bring the family witcha
TRAP TRAP TRAP
Weed Dope Crack
Good bye Bottom, Never goin Back
I'on know n***as, N***as know me
I do my dirt by my lonely, No Codeine
[Hook: Quilly]
Im stackin that money at PAL
I beat my case at the trial
Ima be here for a while
She say that she lovin my style
Trap house is open come Drive Thru
Im servin them right out the drive thru
Wow! Wow!
Im servin them right out the drive thru