We been poppin' bottles, livin' life of luxury

They been blowin' whistles like they referees

Lot of foreigns outside, like it's supposed to be

If your baby mama hit me, I'ma poke for free

You gon' poke for free? Yeah, I'm gon' poke for free

Been blowin' dodo like some motherfuckin' potpourri

All by my lonesome, ain't no motherfuckin' hope for me

So if I needed that money, would you go for me

Would you work for me? Would you work for me

Yeah, yeah, like that, girl, work for me

Would you work for me? Yeah, work for me

Yeah, yeah, like that, bitch, work for me

If you work for me, youll go bizerk for me

Bust a check, pay my rent, youll go broke for me

This a viper, not a vette, you can't get next to me

Don't give a fuck about no vet, this is World War III

**** on a mission, ****, call it M-I-3

Want that rapide plus a vanquish and a bent GT

**** rappin', I be trappin', brought my folks with me

When that AR get to clappin', you'll be obsolete

I'm really active y'all just actin', ****, actually

I get money, I stay countin', I keep rounds on me

I get money, I got drugs that keep me company foreign clothes, foreign hoes, all that comforts me

And since my pockets fat bought rockets that blow up for me

If her monkey fat, I handle that, then leave her be

No time to waste, it's strictly business, rarely leisurely

Gurl, get the money, you'll be squalid if you fuck for free

If you fuck for free

Gurl Get the money, you'll be squalid if you fuck for free

I'm a druggie, in da matrix, you won't pray for me

I'm a druggie, In da matrix, ****, pray for me

I think I need another whip

I think I want your bitch

I think I need more chips

I think I'm really with the shits

I think I need another lick

I think I need another fifth

I think I need to own a club

I think I need another plug

You a narc, bitch, ****, I'm a narco

I make big money off that nargo and that Blanco

Can't let em catch me, or its curtains for young sideshow

So my shit running, can't be nothing less than turbo

Man, that shit is basic, what it's on the curb fo

Hittin' homeruns, fuck, I need to steal a base fo

Rockin' jeans from Japan, that's where they sumo

Respect the Mexican, cause they move mo

Can't tell you what I don't, but I do know

Gave up on getting from the bitch too slow

Much rather spend my time sacking big dope with big smoke, ****

I've been fucking bitches since Monday is Sunday

Doing 85 down the one-way and one day

All my old hoes, they gon' tell me that they love me

But it's just the money, yeah, it's just the Money

Cars and the clothes and the homes, but it's nothing

Do it like it's nothing, baby, don't you trust me

I got all this from, motherfucking hustling

Hustling, bustling, must, must, must be

Jeremy Brand new ho, take a look

I got Versace on my body, baby, I'm a crook

I hit them **** with that nickel, didn't give a fuck

I hit them **** with that nickel, didn't give a fuck

Cold world, dirty game, can't tell them apart

I blast off in supercars, hello, Jupiter

My old teacher never let em call me stupid, boy

How many dummies you know ride something super foreign