"I grew up a fuckin' screw-up Got introduced to the game, to the game then fuckin' blew up." Whether gettin' money legally or illegally We gotta do what we gotta do to survive man! Yeah! Grew up a screw up, baby Got introduced to the game I ain't took a

I've been getting money, where the fuck you been? Bought a new crib just to fuck you in I've been getting to the money, where the fuck you been? I keep my hoes in check, you buy Nike for yours Say they want that loud, I'mma bring that noise Check my

This a way (fly) That'a way (fly) Got money (yeah) And you know it Take it out your pocket and show it (then) Throw it (fly) Gettin' mug From everybody who see then

I know you had the time of your life I'll be countin' this shit all night Let's make a sex tape and put it on Netflix You know I'm gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty See yeah I'm gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty Yeah, uh-huh I smoked a

Look at your Rollie, uh, look at my Rollie, uh That's a small face, uh, this a big face, uh Gettin' bored with this money, count it all day She can't see my room, fuck her in the hallway (yeah) Because it's the last ride ever gonna That I'm ever gonna

I get it in 'till sunrise Windows rolled down screaming ah! Hey-ey-ey' I'm so paid Number one hustla' gettin' money Why do you wanna count my money Doing ninety in a sixty five I'm a hustla' and I don't need them! One of them y'all see! I'm so paid

Blame it on the bag You can blame it on the bag If you wonderin’ why I changed up Tell ‘em the money is why I changed up I’m gettin' high smokin’ with angels You know I can hate that’s what a lame does Bring it back stackin’ this money But I still can’t

They thinkin' I ain't gettin' no money 'cause I never show it I'm tryna run me up a whole dime and I'm goin' for it Fuck I look like takin' chances Fuck this money, go and blow it I'm tryna run it back up, I gotta put mine up Puttin' up the money for lil

I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover Real niggas gettin' money from the fucking start Whippin' work, hallelujah One nation, under God Gettin' work, hallelujah One nation under God We blowin' money fast on this side, nigga Catch you up, nigga

I say bitch I smell like money, that’s that dope and cologne And if he ain’t getting money, don’t love him, leave his broke ass alone I say if he ain’t getting money, leave his stank ass alone Here I go, here I go this that C5 Bitch I’m back, with that