See me on the road with my bros, feds can't make man talk Never had a whip, never had Ps for a cab, couple man made me walk Then I hit a lick, gave man food on the tick, couple man paid me short Caught him in West, he was tryna buy some creps, beat him

Oh when it all, it all falls down I'm telling you oh, it all falls down Man I promise, she's so self conscious She has no idea what she's doing in college That major that she majored in don't make no money But she won't drop out, her parents will look at

Bad bitches is the only thing that I like Cups with the ice and we do this every night I ain't check the price (I got it) I make my own money so I spend it how I like I'm just living life And let my momma tell it nigga I ain't living right (nope) I ain't

Girl you make my speakers go boom boom You're lookin' so good in what's left of those blue jeans The best buzz I'm ever gonna find And high on summertime That kinda thing makes a man go mm mm Drip of honey on the money make it gotta be Hey I'm a little

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'll forever remain faithful Make the money, don't let the money make you Change the game, don't let the game change you All my people stay true Watch the videos and get the girls in the back But if that's what I believe in, and the reason that I rap

Make that money Make that money, girl (Put the money in my hand, money in my hand) So get up on the throne (Queen) Now make that money, girl Stay up on a level so high they can't reach (Queen) So get you all of that millions, yeah eh Time's up, runnin'

Some of them supposed to go, some of them supposed to stay I ain't tryna ruin yours, I'm tryna make a way, yeah I be at the top, that's my favorite place That money gonna come, I don't gotta chase it Them bitches gonna come, I don't gotta chase em I'ma

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

See how they run Lady Madonna, children at your feet Wonder how you manage to make ends meet Who finds the money when you pay the rent? Did you think that money was heaven sent? Friday night arrives without a suitcase Sunday morning creeping like a nun