How they gon' talk like they got it, I'm wantin' it all, this shit ain't enough

Saggin' my pants, I got too many bands in my pockets to fall, bitch, I'm up

Head to toe, I got all foreign garments, don't know what it's called, but don't give a fuck

Cash in my hand, need that shit in advance, I ain't fuckin' with y'all, it's just us

Not fuckin' with y'all, they can't ball with the team if they playin', I'm shootin' from deep

Twenty-five, eight, I ain't takin' no breaks, gettin' pape every day of the week

Skrt off, get straight to the motion, I speed down the street in a big body Z

Bitch, I get to the bank, I'm in love with the faces, not people, cause baby, that talk be too cheap

Shut up and listen the rackies be talkin', be callin' every time that I motherfuckin blink

I be robbin' em blind if I want it it's mine, bitch, I gamble my life and I'm playin' for keeps

I got rich than a bitch, I be poppin' them addys, just sit back and add it up, bitch, I be geeked

And I'm sippin' codeine, gettin' paid in my sleep, but I count it like sheep, it ain't nothin' to me

Make it look easy

MVP every damn season

Hate that I'm winnin', I thought they'd be proud, but they really around me competin'

You can say what you want, I just get to them hunnids like fuck it my pockets be speakin'

I really don't care if you hate me or love me, can't say I don't get to the money, believe me

Do it again and again

Run it up, knew that I win

Get money and lil' bitch, I been

Gettin cash til' the day that I'm dead

**** be chopped til' the day that I drop, I'ma get to that shit to the end

Thank that they got it, can't stop me until I'm on top of the world with that bitch in my hand

How they gon' talk like they got it, I'm wantin' it all, this shit ain't enough

Saggin' my pants, I got too many bands in my pockets to fall, bitch, I'm up

Head to toe, I got all foreign garments, don't know what it's called, but don't give a fuck

Cash in my hand, need that shit in advance, I ain't fuckin' with y'all, it's just us