I'm 'bout to be rich Lately I been on my fuckin' shit It's no competition who fuckin' with me This rap shit I run it I'm blowing this money these hunnids and fifties ain't nothing to me I want the royalty I want the loyalty Puttin' up money for layer fees

Young niggas on for real Tokyo drift through the hills Used to have to walk, no wheels Hunnid dollar bills Used to have to eat cold meals Now a nigga offin' gold seals Countin' up money getting chills We some young niggas on for real Now I'm buyin' whips

Death on two legs You're tearing me apart You suck my blood like a leech You break the law and you preach Screw my brain till it hurts You've taken all my money And you want more Misguided old mule with your pig headed rules With your narrow minded

I'm not here for your entertainment You don't really wanna mess with me tonight Just stop and take a second I was fine before you walked into my life Cause you know it's over, before it began Keep your drink, just give me the money It's just you and your

Finally falling, falling Suddenly I can see what I didn't before And I don't care what they say anymore 'Cause I'm falling, falling Suddenly, my choice is clear I knew when only you and I were standing here Well that money isn't worth a thing If you

I get all this money, wonder why, ayy 14, 14, 14, baby, yeah Ooh, ain't no backing down, ayy Ain't no backing down no backin down, ayy I'm at the top can't count me out, no Said there ain't no backing down Yeah, said there ain't no backing down, no Ain't

Some people laugh in the dark, Some people cry alone. Some people talk without sayin' a thing, And everything turns out gloomy. Some people count your money, Someone is countin' your days. And somebody got to keep track of your mind. When everything

Here's to the farmer Here's to the farmer that plants the fields in the spring That turn from green to that harvest honey Hold one up for the banker downtown That got him on his feet with handshake money Here's to the farmer's wife That loves him every

I am the streets, the future I introduce you to Ace Hood, Meek Mills Big Sean, Wale, Vado, this the future They gettin' money, they makin' hit records, they hustlin' Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just told me kill 'em Hundred for the Beamer, Kudos

Yeah, high top Versaces, I got high top socks I got popsicle diamonds, they no lie, ahk I got hot yellow shit suckin' my socks off (Slurp) It's so crazy how this money start a lot of stuff (What?) Fuck it, look at how much money startin' to double up