[Chorus: Babyface Ray & GMO Stax]
Phone beatin', still in motion, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
When that bag touch down, we scream, "Hallelujah"
Wrist bust, hands up, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
Fresh as fuck, Amiri stuff, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
Bad bitches send me drops, n***a, hallelujah
Really thuggin' in these streets, I don't need a shooter
Was just broke, now I'm up, n***a, hallelujah
Real n***a, rapper second, they like, how I do it?

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Fuck n***as wanna do with me? I got my change, I rock designer (For real)
My young n***a caught a body, he still a minor, never mind him
It's a beamer, not a Honda, bitch, look how we ridin' (Bitch, look how)
Back to back Tracks and 'Cats, it look like we slidin'
I look like colored money
Way too trill, keep nothin' but hundreds
Watch your back, they comin' for you
Fuck steppin', n***as stompin' on you (Fuck 'em)
Bitches know I'm worth some tickets, see me, they be jumpin' on me (Come on)
Down his block sideways like, "Fuck him 'cause he stunted on me" (Lame-ass n***a)
Fuck whoever hatin' on me, pay a fee, they layin' on you
Mama say she prayin' for me, I won't let 'em take me from you (I got you)
Tried to listen to these n***as, they ain't really sayin' nothin'
Shorty, she was playin' with it, paper got her friend fuckin' (Yeah)
[Chorus: Babyface Ray & GMO Stax]
Phone beatin', still in motion, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
When that bag touch down, we scream, "Hallelujah"
Wrist bust, hands up, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
Fresh as fuck, Amiri stuff, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
Bad bitches send me drops, n***a, hallelujah
Really thuggin' in these streets, I don't need a shooter
Was just broke, now I'm up, n***a, hallelujah
Real n***a, rapper second, they like, how I do it? (Woah)

[Verse 2: GMO Stax]
Switches or the Dracs only thing we shootin' (The only thing we shootin')
We been put the ball down and said fuck hoopin' (Fuck hoopin')
Kill a n***a all on camera if it come to it
We don't need no money counter, we'll thumb through it (We'll thumb through this shit)
Quick to pick the chopper up and say, "Fuck music"
We ain't goin' back and forth, let the hoes do it (Let the hoes do that shit)
I ain't gotta slime no more, let the bros do it (I let the bros do that shit)
Only time these n***as slidin' when they on Pro Tools
Bitch, who?
Everybody 'round me gettin' money, make a bitch choose
Everybody 'round me masked up, they don't know who the shooter (Everybody)
I don't know about them other n***as, they know we gon' do it
With all them bang outs, thank God, n***a, hallelujah (Thank God)

[Chorus: Babyface Ray & GMO Stax]
Phone beatin', still in motion, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
When that bag touch down, we scream, "Hallelujah"
Wrist bust, hands up, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
Fresh as fuck, Amiri stuff, I'm like, "Hallelujah"
Bad bitches send me drops, n***a, hallelujah
Really thuggin' in these streets, I don't need a shooter
Was just broke, now I'm up, n***a, hallelujah
Real n***a, rapper second, they like, how I do it?