Money make you handsome, even if you're ugly Money make her fuck me, she wanna fuck my money All my bitches love me, they love me for one thing Money keep her coming, so I'ma keep some money So I'ma keep some money They love me for one thing, huh So I'ma

But all the ho shit still so smelly Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven Percocet got a nigga nose sweaty Belch wrong, get your throat slashed Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash? Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga Nigga with

Who that nigga with the icy ass chain? (Who?) Gucci shirt, Gucci shoes, leather Balmains (Gucci) Who that, who that, swerving in a Huracan (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Five in the morning, still whipping cocaine (cocaine) Who that nigga with the icy ass

A hundred grand'll make a nigga cool, wanna dance with the devil Get the gloves and the shovel, he's tryna dance with the devil A ghetto superstar make a bitch want to dance with the devil When she glance at the bezel, she wanna dance with the devil Hoo,

Gucci on my tip (Guwop), nut right on her nipple (bah) Young nigga with them M's (young nigga), I get disrespectful (hey) Treat y'all all the same (yah), none of y'all bitches ain't special (nah) Keep your mouth closed, little bitch I might bless you

I swear that I changed (changed) I don't even rock the same chains (nope) Me and them not in the same lane (nope, skrr) Swear that I've changed (yeah) I even ran into my old hoe So, I told her I changed (I changed) And the number just changed (and the

Last time I took drugs I just took half of it (Hah) Last time I took drugs I just took half of it 'Cause last time I took pills I had to smash a bitch (Geek) And last time I smoked gas I almost crashed a whip (Skrt) Last time I took drugs I just took

It may seem like our fire Has been a little burnt out we're tired We only need to stay close In time, sparks will fly (And we fly too, and we, and we And we fly too) Baby you deserve the whole enchilada Gucci and Prada Toast to the days when I didn't

Outta proportion, outta proportion My choppa keep blowin' shit outta proportion Cook that shit up Quay It's GucciGucci (Evil) Hah (Genius) Fast coupe, haha (Nyoom) (Mr. Nice Guy, haha) If you ain't 'bout lettin' that choppa go, we ain't got none in common (No)

I was hustling before I came up out the womb Now look at me the richest nigga in the room Richest nigga, richest nigga, richest nigga I'm the richest nigga, richest nigga, richest nigga Look at me, I'm the richest nigga in the room '89, '96, 2002