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)