That's how we ball out I still got my money Watch it all fall out Pour it up, pour it up Throw it, throw it up Throw it up, throw it up And I still got my money 'Cause I still got my money

I got money that I saved then I'm back on road Get my jewelry out the safe 'cause I'm back on road I still do these hoes the same when I'm back on road If you wasn't there for me when I was all alone Then bitch don't expect no love when I'm back I'm just

Lotta nigga talk, you don't ever get paid Fuck nigga hate, broke bitches throw the shade Still kickin' shit, make a bitch go crazy Still kickin' flav', got my swag on turn up Came with a zip, let the whole thing burn up All I know, get dough, keep it

It got blood on the money and I still count it They got blood on the money and I still count it I can't help the way I'm raised up That Easter Pink, I tried to give it up, I can't give it up We've been at the laundromat all day We've been washin' money

Wake up alone Or will I wake up alone? When the magic's gone, gone, oh? And will you be there in the morning? Do you stay when it all goes? Will you still care in the morning? Now I got cars, now I got clothes, now I got money Now I got crowds screamin'

I just keep on wishin' that the money made you stay You ain't never cared about that bullshit anyway You know I would throw it all away All this stuntin' couldn't satisfy my soul Got a hundred big faces, but I'm still alone Ayy, I would throw it all away

Classic, Sinatra, bad, Phantom of the Opera Shuffle the deck, I be the queen in the pack Gotcha, Lady Patra Drop it, drop it, pon the floor Paper planes, roger that, 10-4 Got money, been had it, still gettin' more All y'all in the building, but on

Money conversations, money conversations, money convo Bitch I came straight from the bottom, nigga and I'm still humble Auto start my whip before I dip, I let that bitch rumble AK-47s, M16s, they gon' sting, bumble Got your main bitch with me bent over

Working my money ‘till I get gold When I get it, I ain't ever goin' back again Every Friday mornin' 'Cause I can't get enough 100 Percent, yeah, pure grindin' Started out with nothing and I still got most of that The world ain't give me much, I'm

Took a shot of D'usse now I'm missing my woe Got money for bail I won't stay in jail Always stay on 10 like the 6 and the 4 I still can't believe he won't be hitting my phone And I said one time, one time for the real ones (for the real ones) Why they