Steal your bitch, call it hijack Hijack, hijack Nigga talk shit, get your head cracked Pussy, money, weed, got all that Pussy, money, weed got all that Riding with the racks, thang on my lap It's the hooligan, drop top one shot shooter Money on my mind,

All I care about is money and the city that I'm from I'ma sip until I feel it, I'ma smoke it till it's done And I don't really give a fuck, and my excuse is that I'm young Fuck it, I'm on one Two white cups and I got that drink Could be purple, it could

Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk I got hot yellow shit suckin' my socks off (Slurp) It's so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (What?) Fuck it, look at how much money startin' to double up

Money is the mission, it's skrilla over bitches Pull up on her and she make a decision to get in Yeah, your girl hella talkative 'round rich niggas Room full of hittas and you squares can't get in Movin' through the air, eatin' shrimp in the Gulf Stream

Do it for the fam, we gon' die for this shit It's some real ties when we pull up with the clique Money comin' in, people knowin' that we lit It ain't no surprise, they gon' love you when you rich It ain't no surprise, they all love you when you rich Yeah

I know my wrist be dancing crazy Been on some fly shit lately Used to be so damn patient But now it's fuck you, pay me Can't let these motherfuckers phase me Never let that money change me Ain't the way my mama raised me Don't mean to brag but can you

I'm out of control, My girl don't want me 'cause of my dirty laundry, And I think that she knows, With all of this money they all want something from me, It's starting to show, I'm out of control I can't lie no more, Man I can't see shit in the

Two pints of lean'll have me slurring on my words Undertaker car, triple black drop bird Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'mma burp It's a white girl in town: name is "cocaine" It's some dirty birds in town: Gucci Mane and Waka Flame We flying, we

No we don't have a lot of money Just as free Free as we'll ever be So we live out in our old van Travel all across this land We'll end up hand in hand Somewhere down on the sand

Ocean views, small circle it’s the chosen few I wrote it down and I followed through I bought a pound and we rolled a few I talk shit but she know its true Blessings, bitches in my section Young with all this money, I’m obsessive, weapons Turnin’ off