I'm in the hood where niggas don't bother me (check it out) Thirty-five hunnid my cardigan (check it out) Shawty gon' fuck, shawty gon' swallow me (check it out) Shawty gon' get on top of me You know what I'm saying? Yeah, me and my homie We do this shit

End of discussion I went from nothing to something I want them real deal hunnids Ooh, she a blondie, look like Kehlani Pussy tsunami Ain't talkin' no money, it's nothing Big bag, truckload (huh) I'm in her throat (throat) Plug call, I finesse for the

Designer on my drip (what?) Designer on my drip You can't tell me shit I got a hunnid on my wrist You can't tell me shit I got a hunnid on my wrist (brr) You can't tell me shit I got designer on my drip You can't tell me shit I got designer on my drip

Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely It's a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "Wow" (Wow, wow) Hunnid bands in my pocket, it's on me (on me) Said she tired of lil' money, need a big boy Pull up twenty inch blades like I'm Lil' Troy Now it's

Gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks (new socks) Coulda bought a crib, bought a drop top (skrt, skrt) I can't love a bitch, trust no thot (no thot) Never bring a freak to your spot (whoop, whoop) Dolce and Gabanna on my flip flops I don't do no

Only hunnids and fifties, please Green green wasabi (ayy) All this gold on my body (ayy) Twenty hoes in my lobby (yeah) Only hunnids and fifties (yeah) Green green wasabi (yeah) Pullin' up in them cities (uhh) Rest in peace Mac Dre (yeah) Pullin' up in

Yeah, I don't wanna her unless she swallow Ay, gettin' money like I won the lotto Uh, uh, yeah, all hunnids that's my motto Uh, yeah, money don't fall Yeah, kick a J, with some penny loaf Fresh down 'till my socks though I don't wanna her unless she

I'm 'bout to be rich Lately I been on my fuckin' shit It's no competition who fuckin' with me This rap shit I run it I'm blowing this money these hunnids and fifties ain't nothing to me I want the royalty I want the loyalty Puttin' up money for layer fees

Young niggas on for real Tokyo drift through the hills Used to have to walk, no wheels Hunnid dollar bills Used to have to eat cold meals Now a nigga offin' gold seals Countin' up money getting chills We some young niggas on for real Now I'm buyin' whips

First I drop my top aye, then I swerve my coupe aye Counting all these bands aye, who the fuck are you aye Why you walk so cool aye, thousand dollar shoes aye Hunnid on my jewels aye, I got all these groupies Brittney turned me to a slut Who the fuck are