Check, check, check, check Look at these at all these young niggas flexing from the bottom We just want the money the respect and all the power The money and the power fucking up a check These bitches fucking for a check Counting all this money with my

Wave your motherfucking hands in the air And if you don't give a shit Like we don't give a shit Wave your motherfucking fingers in the air So all my bitches and my niggas and my niggas and my bitches So all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my

You know wild bitches tellin' you lies But out there's my water baby, so I hold it down I'm ya' nigga, I'm ya' nigga It-It-It-It's here, the West side Baby MI, MI And I'm out in Miami Gettin' so high, so high Shawty' my nigga, down for whateva'

Count my green (my green) Or get in between (those titties) Like my women (like what?) Thick and pretty (pretty and thick) Like my money (woo) Thick and pretty (thick and pretty) Money and bad bitches Hundreds and fifties (fifties) Bitches with titties

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

And all these bad bitches, man, they want the They want the, they want the Ain't nobody fresher than my mothafuckin' clique, clique, clique, clique, clique As I look around, they don't do it like my clique, clique, clique, clique, clique (Ain't nobody

Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere And build them a home, a little place of their own. The Fletcher Memorial Home for Incurable Tyrants and Kings. And they can appear to themselves every day On closed circuit T.V. To make sure they're still

Can I be the girl that you met Do you, do you Do you have a dollar? Do you have a dollar for me? In the coin laundry? There I was sitting on the top of the world In a coin laundry Well I could have been royalty Sitting in the palace like a queen

I will love you 'til the end of time I would wait a million years Baby can you see through the tears? Love you more Than those bitches before Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember oh baby ooh Promise you'll remember that you're mine Blue

There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes, Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose. Little pitchers have big ears, Don't stop to count the years, Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. Sam Stone came home, To the wife and family