Rich young nigga, put a bitch in her place (Well, alright) Make a hundred bands, I throw a fifty in the safe, ayy (Yeah) If you're talkin' money, gotta show it to my face (Got to) Well we the ones they love to hate, ayy, shouts out to the gang (Shout)

Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows Going to the green 'fore I'm going blue All I know is more and more (aha) Putting on, homie, that's what I was born fo' (you know what this is) Hundred bands (yeah) Hundred bands All I know is more and more