Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Too much money on me, I can’t get enough, yeah

Too much sauce on me and I can’t drip enough, yeah

Huh

Huh

Huh

Yeah

Too much sauce on me, I can’t drip enough (sauce)

Too much money on me, I can’t get enough (raccs)

Too much ice on my body, cold as fucc (ice)

Bitch, I’m chosen, my necc and wrist is frozen (bling)

Ridin round East Eskimo, you know I got my blicc, yeah (pow)

Walk in my spot: it’s pigs there (facts)

All gold robe like Ricc Flair (facts)

**** try to play, he gone fucc around and find out cause you know I got my sticc there (pow pow)

I just give you audio, you still gone get the picture (on God)

I just do this shit for fun (fun)

I was doing shows while on the run (facts)

How the fucc did I end up on the run? (How?)

Cops pulled me over and I had a gun (I did)

Them **** triflin’, they know that I had a gun license

They just hate on my daddy’s son (facts)

I had to fight it, a whole year and a half of my life

& I had to get bacc to my funds (cash)

Whole bunch of money later

Middle fingers up, fucc the haters

I don’t give a fucc bout no fuccin hater

Pull up to yo blocc, I’m the Undertaker

I come from a blocc full of money makers

I’m workin til I get 100 acres

This gas that we smoke is gone come in flavors

We cold as the muthafuccin tundra, baby

Yeah

I’m gone get this muthafuccin money til I die

Yeah (that’s a muthafuccin fact) yeah

I’m gone get this muthafuccin money til I die

Yeah (Taliban Countin Bandz Forever) Yeah

I’m gone get this muthafuccin money til I die

Yeah (La Familia Gang, you know what time it is, R.I.P Cashhflow in this muthafucca) yeah

I’m gone get this muthafuccin money til I die

Yeah (hah, courtesy of Eskimo World Records, Eturnal Gang forever in this muthafucca) yeah

I put on that shit that you love when I’m chillin

Everyday in photoshoot fresh but hardly every film it

I just hit the gas, I’m too high, I can feel it (high)

Finely grinded marijuana in a Mike Tyson G-Pen (facts)

Too much sauce on me, I can’t drip enough (sauce)

Too much money on me, I can’t get enough (raccs)

Too much ice on my body, cold as fucc (ice)

Bitch, I’m chosen, my necc and wrist is frozen (bling)

Ridin round East Eskimo, you know I got my blicc, yeah (pew)

Walk in my spot: it’s pigs there (facts)

All gold robe like Ricc Flair (facts)

**** try to play, he gone fucc around and find out cause you know I got my sticc there (pow pow)

I just give you audio, you still gone get the picture (on God)

I put on that shit that you love when I’m chillin

Everyday in photoshoot fresh but hardly every film it

I just hit the gas, I’m too high, I can feel it (high)

Finely grinded marijuana in a Mike Tyson G-Pen (facts)

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Too much money on me, I can’t get enough, yeah

Too much sauce on me & I can’t drip enough, yeah