I ain't playing with these niggas I ain't playing with, I ain't playing with these niggas Has he got enough money to spend? Drink slow to feed the nose, you know he likes to get blown Leave? No. He's to and from, he doesn't like it when the girls go Know

Yeah, I'm throwed off Ain't about the money I'ma blow it off I made my own lane, let's roll, let's roll Yeah, I'm going off Ain't got a whole lot but I'ma show it off Better recognize game, lets roll, lets roll Yeah, now let me welcome you to my small

I got some money to blow, I'm lookin' good, bitch Even though I's the king, I stay hood rich Mansa Musa, gold jewelry Ooh, what'chu talkin' 'bout? Shit, go two piece Every day is Christmas, Santa got his roof missin' All they do throw shots at the king,

I got money to blow They can't help it, And I can't blame 'em Since I got famous But bitch I got money to blow I'm gettin' it in, letting these bills fall All over your skin Oh oh oh ooh I got oh oh Oh oh ooh oh oh ooh oh oh oh ooh ooh

Has he got enough money to spend? M-O-N-E-Y's me Drink slow to feed the nose you know he likes to get blown, Leave no he's to and fro he doesn't like it when the girls go It's going off 'cause they're not gonna let him in Two and a half the boy is

More money means more dough to blow (blow) Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah) Bottle of the Jose, pass me some more I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes More money means more dough for blow Way up in them Cali Hills,