Orders

[Intro]
Montana, woah, woah
Turn up
Ay, I'm flipping this chicken
Flipping it, flipping it, flipping it, flipping it
Whiping this chicken
Whip it and whip it and whip it

[Chorus - Lil Mister]
I been whipping chickens, smell them 'cross the border
My plug from out of town he ship them off from Florida (Hello?)
Damn, damn, damn
I think the feds be tryna record us (Fuck 12)
We ain't going but my n*ggas gotta get them orders
Bad bitches up in the trap
Shaking D in the kitchen, but we cooking crack
Damn, damn
Designer mix match
Money, be whipping them chickens, we count up a big sack

[Verse - Lil Mister]
We count up a big sack
My n*ggas be on 75th with them big straps
And them big macs
You sneak diss on the squad you getting your shit whacked
We count up a big cheque
I'm thumbing through hundreds, running through hundreds, I'm getting that
Bands
These haters upset
These n*ggas is frauds, I'm fucking they broads, I'm onto the next

I'm money stacking my profits
Them bands be too large for wallets
I ball out while n*ggas starving
[?] up in the party
I'm smoking on that Bob Marley
Got bitches geeked off the molly
They turn up, them hoes on folly
They ride me just like a Harley

I'm grinding, working the hobby
I'm flexing for paparazi
Bitches see me, they jocking
I'm smoking up on that brocoli
My plug, he be Italian, he shipping it straight from Cali'
Montana, the world is ours, I flip it within an hour

[Chorus - Lil Mister]
I been whipping chickens, smell them 'cross the border
My plug from out of town he ship them off from Florida (Hello?)
Damn, damn, damn
I think the feds be tryna record us (Fuck 12)
We ain't going but my n*ggas gotta get them orders
Bad bitches up in the trap
Shaking D in the kitchen, but we cooking crack
Damn, damn
Designer mix match
Money, be whipping them chickens, we count up a big sack

[Verse - Monnie G]
Me and Montana counting big cheques
Thotianas on our dick just wanna give us neck
All my niggas on the tec
All black, in the 'Lac, on your block, blowing pack

Monnie G in the party
With dread head just like Bob Marley
Got hoes geeked in the party
I never will cuff a thotty
Them bands got hoes jocking
Designer, but no Versace
A lot of n*ggas they copy, Monnie the trending topic

A lot of n*ggas, they sneak
A lot of n*ggas, they fake
Monnie G in the kitchen, I'm whipping, I'm getting cake
Finesse you right in your face
Serve you up foreign yay'
All my n*ggas trapping we do this shit everyday

[Chorus - Lil Mister]
I been whipping chickens, smell them 'cross the border
My plug from out of town he ship them off from Florida (Hello?)
Damn, damn, damn
I think the feds be tryna record us (Fuck 12)
We ain't going but my n*ggas gotta get them orders
Bad bitches up in the trap
Shaking D in the kitchen, but we cooking crack
Damn, damn
Designer mix match
Money, be whipping them chickens, we count up a big sack