Yeah, I'ma hop out the back, run em' down in some tracks and Balenci my clothes

Boutta drop on they ass, twenty-five is my year, finna come for your throat

Got a bad little bitch, she ain't coming with me, ain't no time for a ho

You ain't showing no love, you ain't part of the gang, you ain't one of my bros

I need my money, babe, I need it right away, I cannot tolerate

You fuckin' with them lames, come through and serenade

Your mind, your soul, your face, for sure can't stay away

(Uhhhh)

There ain't no one to blame, girl, it's all up to me, I'm the one who can't trust

Yeah, Im deep in my bag, put the bay on the map, you know that it is a must

Getting trapped in this life, I was taught to survive, got it outta the mud

I ain't playing no games, sending shots like the Navy, n****s better run

Too much, No Rush, fill the leaf with that pack its some runtz

Working hard, for this rap, ain't no luck

Money all in my pants, count it up

Yeah, huh, money all in my pants, count it up

Yeah, money all in my pants, count it up