I got some money to spend, ay ay I got some money to spend I got some money to spend I got some money to spend I got some money to spend Man got the habit, money poking out the bag I might hop out on it now, for my city brought it back Bad bitches bust it down, always automatic Got the drink, got the pounds Why ya playin' with a bad bitch, though? Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it Time to stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it I got purp by the liter I got pounds in the duffel I got cash in the freezer We don't clash in the huddle With my dough high smoke dope Lean, work, bust it open Hit the block Then I hit the jeweler, wrist bust it open Tip, tip, tip, tip Tip, tip, tip, tip Got the models, got the bottles Tip, tip, tip, tip Bad bitches, marble floors Tip, tip, tip, tip Magic City, calm down Hit Atlanta, me and TIP Bust it open with her freaky ass She wanna hear me (tip, tip, tip, tip) And all my diamonds VVS she bust it open in the Phantom Man got the habit, money poking out the bag I might hop out on it now, for my city brought it back Bad bitches bust it down, always automatic Got the drink, got the pounds Why ya playin' with a bad bitch, though? Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it Time to stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it Tip, tip, tip, tip Tip, tip, tip, tip Got the models, got the bottles Tip, tip, tip, tip Bad bitches, marble floors Tip, tip, tip, tip Magic City, calm down Hit Atlanta, me and TIP New cheese, revenue I got big stacks set on Avenue And any sucker violate me, I'ma hate to do it But I still get him whacked for a band or two Hey nigga really though? I ain't back and forth with you, we ain't on a tennis court a nigga talk then, well you sell now, how the business though? What a let down A nigga warning, danger, get what they came for Shooter totin' them flamethrower Known to hit what they aim for Cocaine Lord, marijuana don You watchin' mine, here's a 101 Got a hundred stacks of a hundred ones Plus a hundred hundreds, rack the stacks and stacks on one another I keep grillin' Hummer, for a hundred bands I seen families turn they backs on one another Sister shoot her brother, mother kill her daughter, man this shit is awful, huh Man got the habit, money poking out the bag I might hop out on it now, for my city brought it back Bad bitches bust it down, always automatic Got the drink, got the pounds Why ya playin' with a bad bitch, though? Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it Time to stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it Time to stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it Tip, tip, tip, tip Tip, tip, tip, tip Got the models, got the bottles Tip, tip, tip, tip Bad bitches, marble floors Tip, tip, tip, tip Magic City, calm down Hit Atlanta, me and TIP