 Toastin' to the good life, moved out the hood, now you tryna pull me back, right? When my dog gets a bumpin' in the club, it's on, I whip my eyes, the chick, she smash, she gone Hit the roof on fire, man, just let it burn if we talkin' about money, homie, I ain't concerned I'ma tell you what banks told me, cuz go ahead, split the style up, and if they hate, then let them hate, and watch the money pile up And we can go upside the head with a bottle of book, come on, they know where we be, you can find me in the club