We popping bottles of the pink shit, take ‘em to the dome 
We ain't ever on that weak shit, always blowing strong 
Every day we party until early in the morn' 
Put that shit on 
Instagram so they know 
I'm putting on 
I know you see me, yeah, 
I be putting on 
I know you see me, yeah, 
I be putting on [Verse 1: Wale] 
Work, I know you see me with your looking ass 
What the fuck you looking at 
This is MM
G and we don't speak to all you fucking crabs 
Got a bunch of cash, but money is under fam 
I'd rather be over-prepared than slippin' here understaffed 
Did you understand 
I'm down to ride with my niggas 
Just a double 
M, you can't fuck with them unless your certified to ride with us 
Keep the broads far above my business and my mind following the ditches 
And I ain't tripping off of potential, that's another word for ain't did shit 
Work, and 
I put D.C. on, we ain't been this high since the 
E.R See y'all niggas be some peons, talkin bout y'all be gone 
Whole time niggas wouldn't swing, playing tee-ball [Hook] [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] 
Hundred thousands hundred thousands, 
I be throwing hundred thousands 
I know why they trusting me cause 
I got all these funds around ‘em 
My fan base consist of niggas with drugs around ‘em 
Educated sisters to bitches dancing with ones around ‘em 
I know you think all we do is have fun around here 
But I'm from a city where young niggas carry guns 
Don't single out any corner, its popping on every one 
They talking about what they going do, its probably already done 
I'm running through cake, running through states 
Take your one to the face every one or two cakes 
Just bought a new crib, that's a wonderful space 
Ask me how 
I feel I got it so my nigga [Hook] [Verse 3: French Montana] 
I be cooler than a motherfucker 
Wanna hit the fans, selling work on the 
Internet, call it 
Instagram 
And you know 
I do it for my city, you know 
I'm putting on 
Hundred racks on this clothes, a nigga putting on 
Self made, self paid forty on my belt waist 
Underground lobster feast get a shell face 
I be twisted off of molly doe, chopped bricks karate doe 
Closet two floors safari doe 
Brown bag paper tag, nigga can't pay for swag 
We know we love the game but we hate to brag, 
Montana Me and 
Rozay twisted on a boat watchin' all you fucked niggas choke [Hook]