When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane She wan' smoke my dope, ayy Let her smoke my dope, ayy Fuck her in her

Haters in the club (back up) Broke niggaz (back up) I suggest, I suggest that you (back up) Put your ass in reverse baby (back up) It don't involve money then (back up) Dawg, get from me and (back up) Everytime I fall I get right (back up) Gold diggers

If it wasn't for bad luck I'd have no luck at all Keep you eye on the money Keep your eye on the money Black jack roulette Losing high and low She rolls the dice She's cold as ice Turn a young man old

Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing Forty thousand in my pocket (you see it) Another twenty on the way (you see it, ay) I got a fish for a dollar (you see it, uh) Five hundred for the Jays (you see it, ay) I get money out the ass (you see it) I

I thank the Lord I ain't a broke nigga I get the money, I'm a hustler So if you're buying what I'm selling, you a customer See I can get it to you anywhere, anything I mix it up, I fix it up, and I switched it up I locked down this end and got it twisted

I don't need a hook for this one I'm, cuckoo! My triggers is stupid, you thugs is funny My guns be, goin "eh" for the love of money Dumb, fabulous rhymer give you Luger lasagna Hula hoop, hold ya, I'll put your noodles behind ya Take your takeaway, show

Money is the anthem, God, you're so handsome, money is the anthem Red, white, blue's in the skies, summer's in the air and baby, heaven's in your eyes I'm your National Anthem Tell me I'm your National Anthem (ooh yeah baby bow down, makin' me so wild

Walk on down When you're shit outta luck There's just one thing to do and that's You gotta walk on down You wonder why you got holes in your shoes You wonder why they got more money than you You wonder why you got nothin' to lose It makes no sense, don't

I got your present waitin' I ain't got enough money for a big diamond ring Let's tie a brand new bow around the same old thing Thought I'd call you up See if had celebrated Day you were born It's a little belated Age is just a number It's really over

Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down with my niggas 'Cause I ain't got the money on me right now We could've been somebody And came out of your body And came out of our body Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Blood on the leaves I just need to