text: Traphouse Mob 
  If I want it, Ima grab it 
  If I want it, Ima have it 
  Christian Dior 
  Im up in all the stores 
  I make a call 
  I make a call and its war
  And, nigga, you can check the score
  We up on the board 
  And we all livin lavish
  If I want it, Ima have it
  I make a call 
  I make a call and its war
  And, nigga, you can check the score
  We up on the board 
  And we all livin lavish
  If I want it, Ima have it
  My niggas with it
  Money flow, run up them digits
  I know niggas mad that we did it
  Say it, we live it
  Morals, well never forget it
  I ever get booked, Im a cricket
  Get it and flip it
  Henny right here, Ima sip it
  You try me, its shots at your biscuit
  Twenty-four hip it
  Ima just twenty-four hip it cause bro said, "Dont ever forget it"
  Gang with me
  Anywhere I pop out, know the thang with me
  Every nigga in here with me gon bang with me
  Try your luck and bro goin insane with me
  Bodies dropping, that shit aint a thing to me
  Smokin deadies, Im rollin up lame niggas
  Couple niggas here with me done changed niggas
  Clean the mission, we leavin remains, nigga
  Strictly business, aint playin no games
  Fuck all this fame, nigga
  You will get flamed, nigga
  Dont you front, I got aim, nigga
  I saw homis that fuck with my brain, nigga
  I be feelin like goin insane, nigga
  I just got me a check, now my chain bigger
  You gon die for the stain, nigga
  When you sent me the addy, I came, nigga
  Only me and my main niggas
  You aint ready for static, dont play, nigga
  We could hit you today, nigga
  If you makin your bed, better lay, nigga
  There aint too much to say, nigga
  I make a call 
  I make a call and its war
  And, nigga, you can check the score
  We up on the board 
  And we all livin lavish
  If I want it, Ima have it
  I make a call 
  I make a call and its war
  And, nigga, you can check the score
  We up on the board 
  And we all livin lavish
  If I want it, Ima have it 
  I got thirty shots for any nigga who want it 
  Me and Tjay, we be huntin 
  I dont talk much cause niggas know how we comin 
  Niggas know I be dumpin 
  Glock 9 dumpin 
  Run, Ricky, runnin 
  Blue face hundreds 
  Know Im the bill collector 
  Pull up, whats crackin? Gun get to blastin
  Talk on my name and we wildin out
  All the opps in the spliff, ashin 
  Puff, puff, aint no passin 
  You gon end up in a casket 
  Cause niggas know what we into 
  I get to drillin, Im sittin, Im killin
  Im sinnin if I get the feelin 
  I call Jaguar, bet he clap twos 
  Sip Remy like he Papoose
  Have him stay still like a statue 
  Have him inked in like a tattoo
  If I run down, he a goner
  Headshot, no warnin 
  Its a man down when its pourin 
  Gang spin early morning
  I dont get mad, I get money 
  What you lookin at, little dummy? 
  I start buckin teeth like Im Bunny 
  And I back the Wraith out for nothin 
  I make a call 
  I make a call and its war
  And, nigga, you can check the score
  We up on the board 
  And we all livin lavish
  If I want it, Ima have it
  I make a call 
  I make a call and its war
  And, nigga, you can check the score
  We up on the board 
  And we all livin lavish
  If I want it, Ima have it