Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws Can't a young nigga get money any more? (ah) Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor (ah) Come to meet me without no drawers? We flyer than a parakeet, floatin' with no parachute Shut the fuck up when you talk

I do my own stunts, Jackie Chan with it Bitch, we in the city on that hot shit Lookin' for a biddy on that thot shit Y'all ain't getting money, nigga, stop this I been 'round the globe talkin' hot shit Y’all ain't getting money, nigga, stop this I been

Money in your palm don't make you real Pistol in your hand don't make you real Niggas been countin' me out I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty But that's how

They asking bout me in the trap house They talking bout me in the trap house What the business is, stay up out of mine You know my sneakers foreign nigga (Juheard!) Yeah, bigger than life Big money poppin' boy Trap house, trap house Niggas mad that I

I got a problem, niggas out here tryna run with my style We moving, shaking, working now that money going pile My ex be so upset because I'm balling right now You kiss your bitch to work, I make her swallow my child You kiss your bitch 'fore work, I make

I get the money, young nigga get money, the money'll follow me (go get it) I get the money, young nigga get money, (that bag, that bag) the money'll follow me (go get it) I get the money, the money is nothing (go get it), I count it then fall asleep

Bitch better have my money Bitch better have my (bitch better have my) Pay me what you owe me Like bra, bra, bra Louis XIII, and it's all on me, nigga, you just bought a shot Kamikaze, if you think that you gon' knock me off the top Shit, your wife in

(This is a warning) Nigga please My time, my patience, my love My blood, my sweat, my tears My burdens, my drama, my pain My car, my money, my home My ups, my downs, my fears And my hours, my work, my strength

When I wake up Only money is on my mind Only hunnits is on my mind Before I had money I swear that I had no life Now I get drunk and I'm smokin' weed Poppin' pills all the time You say you wanna fuck all of my niggas You read my mind

Shout out to my niggas on the wing though My niggas walk in with it like it's legal They don't even understand my lingo Brr brr, that's the money ringtone I love my money pink and all in singles Baby, bring that pussy this way But don't worry 'bout a