Feeling like Phil when I make the play I light the streets where you are I did not come here from nothin' I need a whole lot of money Crossing these hoes out to featherweight Putting your bitches on layaway Niggas they know me from stuntin' All of my

Baby, I ain't got no time for you (No Time, No Time) I gotta keep it all the way 100 I'm to busy chasing money Is you fucking with me? I'm really in the streets I don't want you to leave But if I gotta choose No, I ain't got no time for you So what am I

Call it automatic bang, bang, bang When I switch lanes, phantom doors swing Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thang Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain Been around the world all the hoes know my name Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang Fuck a

Bitch, I'm silly Up the chopper, shoot your shit up, let's get busy Drinkin' Henny, goin' brazy, poppin' pillies Sex Money Murda, shout out all my blazing Billies (all my Billies) Y'all already know it be the boy Yung Gordon And you rockin' with Take

Loves lots of money, moneyback's against the wall Now lemme tell ya my story, I got a man-sized predicament And it's a big one, goes like this, yeah My my, ow, yeah! Never had confession, never had a home Never had no worry, until I met Domino Ain't the

Turn to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy Smoking that gas, gone off that xanny, she on the powder Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder It do not matter Money so old, diamonds spoiled My

Don't mess with the missionary man Don't mess with a missionary man A missionary man Well I was born an original sinner I was born from original sin And if I had a dollar bill For all the things I've done There'd be a mountain of money Piled up to my chin

What a women, what a woman, what a woman me care She haffa cry back, she haffa cry back fa me She haffa cry back, she haffa cry back fa me And swounder down de jail Make him influence her fa take a trip down to Spain Tell me how in the world could this

Whiskey and wimmen almost wrecked my life Were'nt for whiskey and wimmin, I'd have money today Nightlife, nightlife, nightlife Ain't no good, ain't no good for me I had a good start, but wimmen and whiskey tore it down Whiskey and wimmen ain't no good

(Okay, okay, okay) I wish my problems would go away (Okay, okay, okay) I wish my problems would go away, away, away I wish my problems would go away, away, away They say Luda would you rather have the money or the fame And I steady try to tell em that it