**** can't be serious, **** must ain't hearin' me I'm the next up in this bitch's shit, period Running up these band, tryna get it all curious **** must be serious, **** ain't hearin' me Mississippi **** with a bag full of cheese **** say it won't something, shh, **** please Get it on my own, out the mud til I bleed Heart on my sleeve, I'm a fuck her then I leave Every time I close my fuckin' eyes I see money

Every time I close my fuckin' eyes I see hundreds Smokin' on these blunts, smokin' on these runtz Smokin' good gas, **** can't finish the blunt I'ma get it all til I die everyday I'ma get this money, man these **** in the way Tryna take a trip to LA, man I'm up in the bay Tryna get a lot of bags, tryna break it in the safe Tell that **** bout to know his place Tell that pussy **** stay the fuck up out my face

Boy don't hit my line, you ain't talk about no pay Boy don't hit my line, boy you **** in the way Going state 2 state, steak on my plate Tell her sell her soul to me, baby have faith I'm the realest thang in this bitch sense I'm the realest **** in this bitch sense Mitch, money makin' Mitch I'ma get this money til my whole family rich Said I ain't givin' shh I'ma get this fuckin' money til we all rich Flacko