More money means more dough to blow (blow) Designer jeans, and a hand full of dough (Yeah) Bottle of the Jose, pass me some more I got, more cars, more cars, more clothes, more clothes More money means more dough for blow Way up in them Cali Hills,

Pull up, we gon' shoot, don't check out the score yet Different colored coupes, shmoney on the floor yeahyeah They know I got juice, drippin', drippin' sauce, yeah (Scum Gang!) I'll be on the block on the regular With my niggas busting at the cops, on the

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

Yo you wanna see something cool? What you got? Come look inside the rat hole, we got candy You like boobies don't you? Yeah how much? Thirteen bucks What the fuck that's a lot of fucking money

I do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown I got my own money I just do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown I got my own house I got my own car I just do what the fuck I want to, I'm grown, I'm grown YeahYeah, I got my own business, I make my own deals Niggas

(Gimme what you got, gimme gimme what you got) Yeah (Gimme what you got, gimme gimme what you got) Money money money make her smile Oh it's not complicated so this won't take a while You see music make her dance and money money money make her smile Are

It's just the way it is, oh These niggas beat me to it YeahYeah, these niggas started changin', oh no (They changin', they changin') And everything I got they wanna take it, oh My money and my lady, no They wanna separate it, they try and tear us down Just

I spent some days in the trap and got my money up (yeah) Bust it down, the Rollie, now she's tryna fuck (yeah) And now she fiendin' all up on me just like I’m a drug (yeah) I remember back when y'all wouldn't show me love (yeah) Jaguar truck on the

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

It’s the color of the tractor in my barn A fifty acre pasture, ole' horse farm And rows of pines as far as I can see It ain’t the money in the bank that we ain’t got Na, it’s the clover growin' in my deer plot YeahYeah, that’s my shades of green And her eyes