Niggas wanna talk what they gon' say (gon' say) I hit the pedal til that motherfucker break (til it break) Freaky bitches love the money I make And to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay So let that shit burn Let that shit burn I'mma let that shit

Quit my job, ain't got no money Seems I have to leave this town Board the train that's eastward bound Packed my bags, run to the station Tell mama and all the folks back home Sometimes a man just feels He's got to make it alone Tell mama why I'm leaving

My mama she don't worry no more, they try to build me up, they can't Take me down (let's settle), in this time and in this city I gotta make That money because the mama still hungry, mama still hungry, I'm gonna Be a dad it ain't no baby, take care of my

I believe in love I believe in love, it's all we got Without love I wouldn't believe Love has no boundaries, costs nothing to touch War makes money, cancer sleeps Curled up in my father and that means something to me Churches and dictators, politics and

Kill the Lights! Mr. Photographer I think I'm ready for my close-up (tonight) Make sure you catch me from my good side (pick one) Is that money in your pocket? Or you happy to see me? The lights pure

Ain’t never gonna worry ‘bout nothin’ again I ain’t never gonna worry ‘bout nothin’ again Tryin’ to make the money but the money ain’t gonna make me You sittin’ there lookin’ all pretty And I love that feelin’ when the smile starts kickin’ in Paint the

Man, oh my God Then I hit 6ix9ine, tell him give me the ball Tiki Taki, Spanish mami, she a hot tamale (hot) Make 'em spend that money, dummy, go retarded for me (pop it) Pop it, pop it, she get started, she won't ever stop it Little thottie, got her

I got too many hoes I can't fuck 'em all Don't know how to play but I ball Stacking that money up make it tall Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost Mama ain't made no hoe, she made a boss My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off Rocking designer

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

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The