[Intro: Skilla Baby]
(You cut up on this one, JAY C)
(MIA JAY C)
Huh

[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
Two hundred thousand on a Richard Mille, n***a, add me up
All my bitches got some good pussy, but be bad as fuck
Think my pet peeve is when a fake n***a dap me up
And I keep some killers with me, n***a, what I'm lackin' for?
Really self made, self paid with no help, lame
Quick to spank a pussy-ass n***a, like I'm Belt Gang
I be goin' through it, act like I ain't never felt pain
Got my own money, n***a, I can buy myself chains
I'm a dog, n***a, slide on you like a fraud, n***a
Really hard, n***as can't hold me, I ain't y'all n***as
Every time n***as die, I'm a suspect, y'all all victims
Never seen no hoes in my opps pictures, all n***as

[Chorus: Skilla Baby & Moneybagg Yo]
Huh, two hundred thousand for the Richie
N***a, stop sending threats, come and get me
I ran up two hundred thousand in my Dickies
I take all my young bitches to Tiffany
Huh, two hundred thousand on me daily (Right now)
These bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous (Ugh, ugh)
Spent two hundred thousand on my n***as cases (On the payroll)
Two hundred thousand on his head, that gon' bake him (Go get it, huh, go)
[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
The coupe go two somethin', two-sixty, this bitch too runnin' (Too fast)
N***as always talkin' 'bout front 'em but can't move nothin' (Broke ass)
Goyard duffle for myself, I bought her Louis luggage (Luggage)
Long as she answer when I'm in town, I don't care who she fuckin' (Ugh)
Hydraulics on a May' truck, young n***a paid up (Go)
Keep on puttin' it in they face, bruh, like Cartier buffs
AP Skelly, Richard Millie, know what I'm sayin'? Made up
Two hundred thou' off of weed promo, that's free money addin' up (So why not get it?)
This that good smoke, AKA that real 'za (Gas)
And I got all different kind in this pill bottle (Facts)
Put up some pints, they turnin' brown, but it's still raw (Wockesha)
Gon' sacrifice you out your life soon as you throw a cross
Call a n***a bluff, break ten milli' out (Right now)
They sneak dissin', show 'em what that Glock ten milli 'bout (Lil' pussy)
Somebody lied when they said you can't get rich in a drought (Ha)
I'm havin' motion, so your ho gon' put my dick in her mouth (Ugh, ugh)

[Chorus: Skilla Baby & Moneybagg Yo]
Huh, two hundred thousand for the Richie
N***a, stop sending threats, come and get me
I ran up two hundred thousand in my Dickies
I take all my young bitches to Tiffany
Huh, two hundred thousand on me daily
These bitches wanna be around me 'cause I'm famous
Spent two hundred thousand on my n***as cases
Two hundred thousand on his head, that gon' bake him, huh
[Outro: Skilla Baby]
My young n***as get active for that mun-yun (Huh)
Let 'em see them one n***as out, they the dumb-dumb
N***a hatin' on me out of nowhere, where you come from? (Ha)
I don't give a fuck about no beef, I'm a thug, duh