When I wake up Only money is on my mind Only hunnits is on my mind Before I had money I swear that I had no life Now I get drunk and I'm smokin' weed Poppin' pills all the time You say you wanna fuck all of my niggas You read my mind

Shout out to my niggas on the wing though My niggas walk in with it like it's legal They don't even understand my lingo Brr brr, that's the money ringtone I love my money pink and all in singles Baby, bring that pussy this way But don't worry 'bout a

Fuck these backpackers Runnin' this thang, money insane Busy getting brain like Krang What, what's my name in the woods got these niggas usin' Mapquest Alright it's Childish baby, Mr. Talk About His Dick Again Nerdy ass black kid, whatever man, I'm sick

Sorry, y'all, I ain't got no haters All I got is mother fuckin' players We get money in mother fuckin' layers All I got is maids and waiters All I got is suits and gators Y'all niggas lost and I'm Las Vegas Everybody love black ass Darth Vader You and

Now what y'all want me to do Keep your shit the hardest It's about to go down Niggas is ready to start this war that's for sure They can come and get it We ride or die why 'Cause my niggas is wit it I want Monopoly money but I ain't even halfway there

It's just the way it is, oh These niggas beat me to it Yeah, 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

Man, fuck them bitches and them hoes And them niggas pussies, camel toes I got some money on me, and the weed nice My shit won’t ever stop, suck my green light Bitch it’s Carter 4, murder's all she wrote Now it’s fuck everybody, like a Scorpio Still

Them niggas can't go where we go If the money ain't the issue I I don't subscribe If the money ain't the reason Well then the question is why Get money with my people Then we never divide It's for the love and the money Make her love stay real

Fresh Prince of Bel-Aire, all they do is stare Gold bottles, pop 'em like it's '96 (pop) Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit is beautiful (gorgeous) Black bottles, pop 'em at your funeral (uh) Dirty niggas with clean money, this shit is beautiful

Money is the mission, it's skrilla over bitches Pull up on her and she make a decision to get in Yeah, your girl hella talkative 'round rich niggas Room full of hittas and you squares can't get in Movin' through the air, eatin' shrimp in the Gulf Stream