| It’s holiday season, bitch | 
| Whatup Jerm? | 
| It’s Cabin Fever | 
| Hundred bottles we poppin' | 
| Probably won’t even finish it | 
| Ya’ll niggas just be talkin | 
| My niggas really livin it | 
| Pussy niggas be targets | 
| Point em' out And we hittin em' then | 
| Spending all of this money | 
| Just to say that we did this shit | 
| Just to say that we did this shit | 
| Hundred bottles we poppin' | 
| Ya’ll niggas just be talkin | 
| Pussy niggas be targets | 
| Just to say that we did this shit | 
| Hahaha, ooh | 
| I made it in I hope I make it out | 
| Just bought a pound, bout to bake it out | 
| Put a hundred in bout to take it out | 
| (Put a hundred in bout to take it out) | 
| Goin down like mayday while I’m rollin up that K | 
| Smoking you know I got that dope there’s no two ways about it | 
| Rolled up a car full of soldiers | 
| Club owners know I’m bout it | 
| Niggas keep talkin' and hatin' | 
| Ain’t my birthday but I’m cakin' | 
| Sayin' that we fam no relation | 
| Ain’t in that line that you wait in | 
| Drinkin' my eyes like a Asian’s | 
| Smokin just like a Jamaican | 
| Take all that time that you wastin' | 
| Porsche 9/11, persuasions | 
| You need that motivation | 
| That big boat on location | 
| Rollin' up that medication | 
| Gettin' money conversations | 
| You know you wanna hop up on this dick ho | 
| Joint full of bomb, bout to explode | 
| Molly got me on another zip-code | 
| Takin' shot after shot, bout to get low | 
| Ground pound with the wild out | 
| Money talk I just dialed out | 
| Fresh man, so styled out bitch, don’t you see this? | 
| If you lookin for a genius? | 
| Dirty money hit the cleaners | 
| Gin got me leanin wiz I’m through this time I’m heated | 
| When I talk I really mean it | 
| If I ain’t done it I done seen it | 
| Bitch we on you best believe it | 
| Way to bring back the singles | 
| Lame old shams though | 
| If you ain’t tryna ball what you playin' for? |