[Verse 1: YG]
First, you find a house and scope it out,
Find a Chinese neighborhood, ‘cause they don't believe in bank accounts.
Second, you find a crew and a driver, someone who ring the doorbell,
And someone that ain't scared to do what it do.
Third, you pull up at the spot,
Park, watch, ring the doorbell and knock.
Four, make sure nobody is home,
They gone, okay, it's on.
Don't be scared, nigga, you're in now,
If the police come, you gon' find out who your friends now.
That ain't them talkin', that's your mind playin' tricks on you,
You're conscious ‘cause you know you got nines with two clips on you,
But fuck that, mothafuck that plasma,
And fuck that laptop, go and get that jewelry box.
You tryna get paid? Go take that jewelry box to the Slauson,
They'll give you cash back in the same day.
Meet the mothafuckin' flockers,
Make money, money, money, money!
Make some noise if you've ever stole something in your life,
Don't be ashamed, it's okay, baby.
Make money, money, money, money!
Make some noise if you've ever stole a dollar out your mama's purse,
When she wasn't lookin' while y'all was in church.
[Verse 2: Tee Cee]
Niggas don't know the history ‘bout the flock,
Put the flathead in the door, pull it, make it go flock.
Hit the first drawer, grab a nigga some socks,
That nigga in the car better be listenin' to that box,
Ay, I ain't stakin' out shit, nigga,
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe and ding, dong, ditch.
Ain't a safe I can't crack, nigga, that's on Crip,
I'm with my Pirus from Compton, we gon' pass and get rich.
Fifty racks, three niggas, sixteen-five a split,
Let some weeks go by, we at the dealership.
I never took notes, nigga, I need the pink slip,
Hit icey, makin' up for my bullshit.
Spent about ten cash,
We jumped into the whip and did the whole dash,
Deep-Lo my nigga, my nigga,
Hit my first lick pass wit my niggas.