(Verse 1: M.I.C.)
I'm yelling bang bang
All these bitches love Hollywood Miz, run up on em with a valley gang
I'm using Cali slang, I got a Cali plug
And I could block your tub now, I hold a Cali grudge
So tell me now where your misses at
They sending love to us both, we don't give it back
Cuz we don't give a Shaq's ass in a TNT booth
Oversized shoes, chain and a missing tooth
Blackin' out while I'm tryna nap
Got em screaming out yea the rockwilders back
I'm a supreme neck protecter
Word to Mike Earmantrout, ain't no fucking half measures
So get your motherfuckin' rulers out
Take the stage, unpack, fuck you and we're moving out
Lack aim, but I got game
And I can hear my old shit but it's not the same

(Hook x2 Cash)
Nigga stop, we got the game on lock
Popped in this bitch quick like a jack in the box
Cops wanna see my ass in a box
So I pop the clutch fast, nigga dash from the cops
The game's locked (HEH)

(Verse 2: M.I.C.)
From now on I'm only leaking diamond blood
I got a plug in MPLS, don't mind a Slug
I got my mind on an empire
Chick say she freaking out, smack her like I been higher
It's me and Cashman in Cashmere
Can't do shit until I finish off my last beer
Smack queers to last year and right back
Hit again I bet you never get ya sight back
Cuz this is what it's all about God
I'm in the trunk, getting drunk off of mouth wash
Think they're coming blind side I'ma south paw
Racking up my clout ain't even give a shit about y'all
Doubt y'all, really wanna see this, we get
Money looking like I'm Ray Allen with this heat shit
My weaknesses thick hips and mudbloods
Got a butter beer I'm looking for some thug love

(Hook x2 Cash)
Nigga stop, we got the game on lock
Popped in this bitch quick like a jack in the box
Cops wanna see my ass in a box
So I pop the clutch fast, nigga dash from the cops
The game's locked (HEH)

(Verse 3 Cash)
This a stick up
I'll flat line ya, no dial tone, on the other end no pick up
Rednecks get up to this shit, that's a hick up
Lames stay the same, me and my flow we switch up
Yup, DJ's get me mixed up
BJ's from ya chick cuz, cuz
We got cake little nigga get ya chips up
Instead of looking at us in disgust, ya sick fuck
Sick from what? the money we making
Though it's courtesy to all your hating, it's motivation
You clocking in, while we go on vacation
We be fucking hoes while you masterbating
Always with a glove though, call me Gary Payton
Yea, you an get your turn but you gotta stay patient
We get in beats like we get in that ass
Fuck you, from commisioneror Cash, ya shit is trash (HEH)

(Hook x2 Cash)
Nigga stop, we got the game on lock
Popped in this bitch quick like a jack in the box
Cops wanna see my ass in a box
So I pop the clutch fast, nigga dash from the cops
The game's locked (HEH)