Why so sad? Walking around with them blue faces She said I’m down on my luck And it’s something I gotta have I hit the bank today and told them color me bad Get that new money, and it’s breaking me down honey Two tears in the bucket I cry with you But I

All I care about is money and the city that I'm from I'ma sip until I feel it, I'ma smoke it till it's done And I don't really give a fuck, and my excuse is that I'm young Fuck it, I'm on one Two white cups and I got that drink Could be purple, it could

No we don't have a lot of money Just as free Free as we'll ever be So we live out in our old van Travel all across this land We'll end up hand in hand Somewhere down on the sand

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

Steal your bitch, call it hijack Hijack, hijack Nigga talk shit, get your head cracked Pussy, money, weed, got all that Pussy, money, weed got all that Riding with the racks, thang on my lap It's the hooligan, drop top one shot shooter Money on my mind,

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

Ocean views, small circle it’s the chosen few I wrote it down and I followed through I bought a pound and we rolled a few I talk shit but she know its true Blessings, bitches in my section Young with all this money, I’m obsessive, weapons Turnin’ off

I know my wrist be dancing crazy Been on some fly shit lately Used to be so damn patient But now it's fuck you, pay me Can't let these motherfuckers phase me Never let that money change me Ain't the way my mama raised me Don't mean to brag but can you

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

One day you'll go away You better run Before I go away God gave me Sundays To fuck up the game Bitch niggas saying it's luck But I which I got some Spending all my money but that shit don't work