I gotta admit I'm addicted to money I take care of business I dropped out school to get my money up now I run up the digits I walk in the store in get I want I do not need a stylist I was born broke but I said to my momma I swear we gon die Rich I gotta admit I'm addicted to money I take care of business I dropped out school to get my money up now I run up the digits I walk in the store in get I want I do not need a stylist I was born broke but I said to my momma I swear we gon die Rich I Run that shit up and I flip it instantly I break the bred up the I split with the family M'son sevitè now they say that I'm crazy Its Made out of silk and I keep that shit on me When I Hop on the track you know I don't play games Facts on facts put my bars in a frame Put that on my lwas I ain't never gon change Splash to hard when I Walk I leave stains R-a-b-o-t-o this where I'm from we in this bitch Mother fuck your ego all my niggas bosses running shit We to busy chasing zeros couldn't care about no bitch I was born broke but I told my momma we gon die rich I gotta admit I'm addicted to money I take care of business I dropped out school to get my money up now I run up the digits I walk in the store in get I want I do not need a stylist I was born broke but I said to my momma I swear we gon die Rich I gotta admit I'm addicted to money I take care of business I dropped out school to get my money up now I run up the digits I walk in the store in get I want I do not need a stylist I was born broke but I said to my momma I swear we gon die Rich No I don't need a stylist Tho I handle my business Weighed the clean on the benches Now I trap with no digits Had the cook up the fishy I did my thing with the coca mo I put the c in the Coca Cola Whip up the d tryna get some more I told my momma I made it Shirley just look at ya baby Told them niggas gone hate me but Won't let a pussy fade me Won't let a pussy take me I go hard than the raiders Out the swamp like the gators I might buy a new coupe and paint it tomato Then squat it ok Asanti for them haters Sayonara to ya fakers Shawty ain't have enough paper I gotta admit I'm addicted to money I take care of business I dropped out school to get my money up now I run up the digits I walk in the store in get I want I do not need a stylist I was born broke but I said to my momma I swear we gon die Rich I gotta admit I'm addicted to money I take care of business I dropped out school to get my money up now I run up the digits I walk in the store in get I want I do not need a stylist I was born broke but I said to my momma I swear we gon die Rich