Might Just

[Intro]
(Alloutw4r)
(What up, T?)
(Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, CT)

[Verse 1: Baby Money]
If I cop it for my brother, I'ma scale it
I'm a hustler, nigga, you can give me nothin', I'ma sell it
Got a couple legal partners, but I'm runnin' with them felons
I can't drive it, I'ma mail it, wrap it tight so they can't smell it
Bro said it's real beef, I told him, "Walk it"
Two bricks right now, I'm drivin' to Milwaukee
Balenci' 'fit four thousand, it ain't nothin' but a joggin'

[Verse 2: Chicken P]
You ain't got the twenty thousand, then it ain't no need to call me
My cup dirty, it look like I spilled the garbage tryna swallow
In the V, burnin' rubber like this bitch ain't cost a dollar
Who is he? I can't serve him, I ain't ever heard shit 'bout him
Dropped that— uh, in the water, like a master, I can lock it
I'm like P, I'm like Master with these P's, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
Huh, these niggas out here lost as fuck, they need to find it
In my son's school, jewelry on, tryna hide it
I'm lucky, I found another another, this shit light, yeah, huh

[Verse 3: Baby Money]
I can't lie, I pour that green inside the toilet, put that purple in my bottle
Know a nigga look like Urkel, with a pistol, he'll pop you
Tryna bubble, bitch, I double or I triple when I'm coppin'
If it's a problem, I can't find him, bring the issue to his mama

[Verse 4: Chicken P]
You my dog, you ain't got it, ain't no issue, I'll spot it
In the spot full of blocks, gotta keep this bitch poppin'
Jumped in the coupe, the raindrop, but I'm gon' keep this bitch topless
Ayy, just know I'm really havin', bitch, quit askin' how I got this shit
CBS, I just got one question, who gon' stop this shit?
Called my bluff, know I keep like thirty in my pocket, bitch
I'm rich as fuck, she gon' call me papa how I pop this shit

[Verse 5: Baby Money]
Send your bitch with us, I'm Dwayne Johnson, I'll rock this shit
This Bottega shit, all this Fendi shit
Cartier love bracelet, got an expensive bitch
We been gettin' niggas dropped, we just don't mention shit
Ship our cars, where we goin', we ain't wearin' whips
Got people pressin' chickens, I like pressin' niggas
Grew up in the crack house and we had separate dishes

[Verse 6: Chicken P]
Hmm, I'ma bring my Uncle JJ, he gon' test them bitches
I heard ballin' wasn't a crime, why they arrest the niggas?
Hmm, take it out the wrapper, then caress them bitches
Presi' on, look like that boy won an election, didn't he?
Fifty 'bows flyin' out the sky, I'm goin' to catch them bitches
Ooh, I'm cold, all this water on me like a air conditioner
Blow a nigga, change him like a tire, I ain't gon' spare a nigga
G6, ooh, got me rollin' like a Ferris wheel
Make the shit about some money and I might just care a little
Make the shit about some money and I might just— huh

[Outro]
(Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, CT)
(Alloutw4r)
(What up, T?)