You know what I'm sayin', baby? (Okay, KMoney)

We vibin' and shit, man

Don't get it fucked up though

Could never be that

Could never be that, man

Yeah

Ayy

I don't want you, I just wanna fuck you (Yeah), let your **** love you

You on me 'cause I'm gettin' money, that's all you gettin' from me (That's all)

She just wanna rock your chain just because your pendant flooded

Pray to God I make it off this shit 'cause all my **** hustle (I got to)

**** sending shots, but they don't never come direct (Never)

I'm in the Rafs without the laces, but it's shoestrings on my TEC

I keep that Styro' in my right, but I spilled blue cheese on my left

A hundred grams, it's fresh off the press, it's two G's on my belt (Yeah)

I'm exhausted, I'm fresh off the road, man, groupies give me sex (Come on)

I'm a boss, don't let 'em lie, they might confuse me with the help (They might)

Man, I'm cut from a different cloth

Yeah, I be drippin' sauce (Yeah)

I might have to sit and map it out because these **** lost

Advise you not to piss me off

One call and I can get you chalked (Hello?)

Do it on my own 'cause **** snitchin', that's what get you caught

I had a talk with God, gave me the torch and I'ma never change

I had a talk with bro like, "What's a profit?" We press everything

Money over bitches

Mo-mo-money over bitches, yeah

Money over bitches

Mo-mo-money over bitches, yeah

Ha, ayy

Money over bitches

Mo-mo-money over bitches, yeah

Money over bitches

Mo-mo-money over bitches, yeah

Ayy

Got a ****, bitch, why would I trust you? (Yeah)

Drive me to Kentucky (Phew)

Turn you up, you might get lucky (You might)

Let her rock the buffies

Don't hate the player, hate the game, woah, I learned that from my uncle

Fuck the rap, before we had it poppin', had the traps, was jumpin'

Gotta get it, they won't feed you

Gotti, tell 'em, "Free you" (My ****)

You the only one that seen it

We still here, no, I can't leave you (Know that)

Like my wrist Patrón plat', catch me stumblin' out a beamer

They show love across the map, but just know this shit get evil

I got dollars on 'em, tote 'em like they legal (Yeah)

Fuck her like she mine

Hear a car, get in them blinds (I'm gone)

Thuggin' in disguise

I thank God I beat the odds (On God)

Stand on business, press the line

Give it all up to Siobhan

Doin' donuts in the Maz, donuts on the mob

It get hot, they switch up sides

It go up, then who gon' ride?

Screaming, "We the mob, free the mob," that's on everything (Free the mob)

Lil' cuz clean him up for a dime, waves on every chain

Money over bitches

Mo-mo-money over bitches, yeah

Money over bitches

Mo-mo-money over bitches, yeah

Ha, ayy

Money over bitches

Mo-mo-money over bitches, yeah

Money over bitches

Mo-mo-money over bitches, yeah

Ayy