[Verse 1: Hodgy]
 [bad word] I'm contagious
 Ain't nobody cure us
One squirrel out of many gathering more nuts
 Groupie fillies [bad word] over by the tour bus
Double salad sticky icky like sore up
Me and my drink
 Homie what's in your cup?
 A-a-a-a-a-alcohol
couple sacks, extra fat I bag them all
Swisher packs for the sacks I packed them off
 We fly [bad word] we don't relax at all
 I'm on my genuine: So anxious
 [bad word] round, [bad word]  like she know we're the takers
I can see through the make-up if she trying to fake us
Bring me to the bank but I never go [bad word] 
Got my change up though I'll never change up
I go after my money like a [bad word] predator
I wake up to the sound of my lovely cash register

 [bad word]  Hodgy]
Every time I see one of them chicken heads, I be like get off me
 (Get off me, get off me)
Every time I see them girls in the red, I be like get off me
 (Get off me. get off me)
 Every time I see them chicken heads, I like, man, get off me
 (Get off me!)
'Cos you're killing me hard
 You're not killing me sotly