Chorus: Childish Major 
Ayy, what's those? You want these 
You gotta have fees plus more 
So much heat you can't hold 
A lotta green, kind that can't fold 
What's those? You want these 
Gotta have fees plus more 
So much heat you can't hold 
Whole lotta green, kind that can't fold 

Verse 1: Cozz 
Oh yeah 
Lookin' great but feeling bummy 
I just ate, but still I'm hungry 
I got something, but I ain't nothing 
Brother tummy isn't chubby 
Bills like nymphos, they keep coming 
Always something, something, something 
Copped some things but I ain't fed 
Dreams alive, my wallet dead 
Pockets been bleeding 
I got a reason to commit treason 
But I'ma hit REASON and see what he think 
About how he's been treated at TDE 
'Cause I done been scheming 
ScHoolboy just dropped, give me the cue 
I'm desperate enough to go do what it do 
SZA done popped and y'all got Dot 
I heard Jay Rock has been moving them units 
Soul and Isaiah Rashad, boy, you niggas really up at the top 
Almost thought about popping a Glock 
But a nigga ain't stupid and I ain't a shooter 
But who really is until they provoked? 
Nigga, this hunger got me finna choke 
Starting to think that this isn't a joke 
Gave up the liquor, I'm bringing the smoke 
I talked to Bas, we fiending for more 
A nigga done tried speaking to Cole 
He be too busy but he be the bro 
Shit, fuck it, I know how it go 
So if I can't get a response from my label
And get some more food on my table
We can turn this thing into a fable
And take what I can if I'm able

Chorus: Childish Major
Ayy, what's those? You want these
You gotta have fees plus more
So much heat you can't hold
A lotta green, kind that can't fold
What's those? You want these
Gotta have fees plus more
So much heat you can't hold
Whole lotta green, kind that can't fold

Verse 2: Reason
Yeah yeah, woah
Top Dawg with some Dreamers
Can't believe it, you surprised, 'prised
I been on the same shit, getting brain, I'm such a wise guy
Niggas took shots, plenty, South Park, Kenny, I don't die die
I'm not just gonna slide on you, my nigga, we gon' slide slide
Made a living staying posted like I'm Diesel, this no sequel
This that third times a charm and I been charming, Cozz been evil
You get clips, this hammer regal
Unexpected, there you have it's been effected
So ill, these words infectious, mmh, yeah
I don't do ho shit, niggas so hopeless
I been on pro shit, this West Coast shit
We don't negotiate with roaches
I keep it player, never need coaches
Never need towels, no teammate
Drink some Jamie, I can't see straight
Cheese like Green Bay, roger that
New West niggas, me and Cozz been that
Good weed bring a nigga asthma back
Getting good bread, got my wallet stacked
Lately, been spinning like laundromats
Lately, I been seeing all kinds of black
Wait, look, I'm lying, look
Cozz, look, I done been broke too long
Nigga bills too long, can't hide that, nigga
Cole just pulled up in a Lamborghini truck
On the homies and God, we should rob that nigga

Verse 3: Cozz & Reason
Rob that nigga?
Yeah, rob that nigga
Look, Rob, my nigga
You could try, but Cole ain't a thot, my nigga
Wait Cozz, I ain't sayin' he a thot, my nigga
Look, let me explain
We could tie Ib up
Throw him in the back of a Lamborghin' truck
Cole do something, we could let a Glock squeeze up
Wait chill, ease up
I ain't really trying to get involved, my nigga, look
We ain't got the same father or mother, but that's my brother
Can't cross my nigga
Shit, well I'm Top Dawg, my nigga, so
I ain't gotta pay a cost, my nigga
Your loss, my nigga, just don't off that nigga
Shit, fuck it, I'll stop
Look, let's make a deal
While I go and rob Cole, you go rob Top
Cool

Outro: Reason
Picture me having what they told me I should have
I've been living off some scraps, I done sold a couple packs
I been smoking potent, sippin' slow, fuck you think I'm in it for?
I'm just tryna make a bag
I'll be damned if I ain't make a bag
Thinking slow, living fast
Nice guys finish last
West Coast, getting cash
Niggas think they balling, they done made a couple wads
Just a couple West niggas, we gon' show you how to rob