Bottom*

[Chorus] Ayy, I work for this shit like everyday I just want them M's and I know they on the way If you ain't talking money get up out my face And I'm with it 'bout my money I won't play And I know they really wanna see me quit 'cause I'm walkin' 'round looking like a lick And your mad 'cause my jewelry cost a brick When I'm really on all I need is open six [Verse 1: Ugly God] Ayy, diamonds on my chain, make you feel some type of way Talk down on my name you might lose your life today Keep it sticky, huh, gave his bitch a hickey, huh I pull up with the pump, up it like he Ricky, huh Nigga's shitty, huh, smoke 'em like a hippie, huh I pull up with the glizzy, up it in a jiffy, huh I pull up on yo bitty she just want a quickie, huh But I just want that top, you can keep that kitty, huh. (keep that, keep that)