(BandPlay)
(Mm-hm) ayy
Money comin', money goin' (yeah)
Bitches, bitches, hoes, hoes (yeah)
South Memphis nigga, nine foreigns (yeah)
Sneak dissin,' ain't no time for it (uh-huh)
Hood rich, rockin' Tom Ford, baby choppa like 5'4" (cash, cash)
Count guap, it got my thumbs sore (cash)
Copped another watch 'cause I was bored (yeah)
I got money runnin' through my pores (uh)
Yeah, I'm up, but I want some more (uh)
Yeah, I'm up, check the scoreboard (uh)
I get money like it was a chore (lil' bitch)
I got voices in my head, keep on sayin', "Boy, let's get it"
I got bitches on my dick, and I got niggas in my business
I got Wock in my kidneys and I piss all on your feeling's, yeah
I got the double R truck, now I want the one with no ceilings, uh, yeah (ya feel me?) Ayy
I been gettin' so much money, don't know what to do with it, ayy
I been countin' so much money, my head just start spinnin', ayy
And speakin' of spinnin', my young nigga just did it
No cap, I'm ballin' out, they like, "Glock, you wicked"
I been sippin' so much Wock, like mother fuck my kidneys
I just pulled up in a yellow school bus, but no kids in it
Courtside on the floor, sippin' on a four, watchin' the Grizzlies (swish)
Yeah, money comin', money goin' (uh), got rich off of streams and tourin'
Yeah, ballin' like the Final Four, got bitches tryna make a porn
Ex bitch talkin' 'bout she torn, had to leave on her like a forest
Think about money when I yawn, yeah, some of mine every mornin' (bitch)
I jump up out the bed, gettin' to the bread, middle fingers to the feds (yeah)
Pay you in the red, choppas on your head, now a nigga is (fah-fah, fah-fah) (shh)
Yeah, I ain't gotta say it, why would I say it? Niggas know I ain't playin' (wha'?)
I'm already playin' with her bag, I ain't playin' 'round with them (nigga)
I barely trust my fam', nigga, I pull up they're like, "Damn!", nigga
Hundred racks on a Ram, nigga, in the choppa with a hundred rams, nigga
Yeah, the choppa little but it sound bigger (fah), these nigga hoes just sound killa
Can't get to steppin' like Pam, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah) (uh)
Money comin', money goin' (phew)
Bitches, bitches, hoes, hoes
South Memphis nigga, nine foreigns
Sneak dissin,' ain't no time for it
Hood rich, rockin' Tom Ford, baby choppa like 5'4"
Count guap, it got my thumbs sore
Copped another watch 'cause I was bored (lil' bitch)
I got voices in my head, keep on sayin', "Boy, let's get it"
I got bitches on my dick, and I got niggas in my business
I got Wock all in my kidneys and I piss all on your feeling's
I got the double R truck, now I want the one with no ceilings (feel me?), uh
Yeah (you feel me?)