Let me DJ whatever I do

The LV bag got rhinestones on it (yeah), these Tiffany bracelets got imported (whoo)

Diamonds look like Fiji water, this bitch talk loud, think she important

Balenci' tags, they can't afford this, still got brand-new shit in storage

This gas so strong, I'm hearin' voices, three bitches with me and they all gorgeous (yeah)

That's four bad bitches (bad), where the function at? (Ugh)

Throw that shit in Magic (yeah), got racks on racks on racks (ugh)

The money make the pussy wet (yeah), damn right I love a savage (savage)

Yeah, he thumbin' through that check, I like the lettuce, green, and cabbage

Yeah, that money, that bag, that money, that bag

That money, that bag, that money, that money

Yeah, that money, that bag, that money, that bag

That money, that bag, that money, that money

(Whoop-whoop) yeah, that money make yo' bitch cheat (woop)

That money make yo' bitch cheat (woop)

That money make yo' bitch cheat (woop)

That money make yo' bitch cheat (woop)

Even without that bag, I bag yo' bitch up into next week

Even without that cash (yeah), I'm rulin' shit and this you can't beat (woop)

The swag, I got a lot on me too (yeah), that ass, she shake it on me in the coupe (yeah)

Big bag, I'm swervin', this bitch got no roof, Maybach, I'm swervin', this bitch got cologne in it (yeah)

Copped a new pent' with a new throne, hos and LVL5 clothes in it (yeah, hol' up)

Four pretty bitches with big titties (chyeah), and I got the bag to be thrown with it

Yeah, that money, that bag, that money, that bag (that bag)

That money, that bag (the bag), that money, that money (bag)

Yeah, that money, that bag (that bag), that money (money), that bag (that bag)

That money, that bag (phew), that money, that money

Ay, I'm a sack chaser

Fuck around make so much in a month, I ain't even gotta stack paper

Hop on a plane, go pick up a duffle and fly to the 'Raq later (let's go)

Millions, I got all this shit off the muscle

E'ry **** with me a piece off the puzzle, I went corporate, my big brother hustle

Run up, get shot in your shit, I don't trust you, boy, if you ain't one of mine, it's fuck you

Touch me and end up dyin', good luck, .40 on me, I ain't tryna tussle (bah)

I put it all on the line, huh, no, it ain't my first time, what's up?

Pristine watch, all the diamonds flooded, lift up the wrist, I'ma blind the slut (phew)

Lately I been gettin' all kinda money, bitch know I still ain't buyin' her nothin'

Big G-Swerve, I'm ridin' in somethin', two, three whips 'bout five, 600

One carat tennis, you know how I'm bomin', thick shit with me, they all wanna suck it

Accounts no limit, I don't got a budget, can't stop spendin', I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it

Yeah, that money, that bag (ay), that money, that bag

That money, that bag, that money, that money

Yeah, that money, that bag, that money, that bag

That money, that bag, that money, that money