(Yeah)
(bah, bah, bah, bah,)
(Yeah, Yeah)
(bah, bah, bah, bah)
(Let's get-)
(Yeah)
(bah, bah, bah, bah)
(How the fuck did Rams get that car?)

Money on my head, money on my head
(Do you have salsa?)

Yeah
Let me get straight to it
I'm a bad man
Mr. Flip-a-pack-and-make-it-do-a-hand-stand
He got bags you would think he's gonna camp
He a ghost, he a motherfuckin' vamp
She be suckin' dick like she don't got a man
Bitch I keep that heat on me like motherfuckin' Bam
I do what the fuck I wanna' do that make 'em mad
We ain't goin out sad, we gettin' bags

Yellow diamonds, blue stones
Smokin' Purple,
I'm too stoned
Why this, bitch, on my phone?
Hold up, that's a, bankroll
I said let's get gone, I ain't goin' home
I can feel the drugs, I can feel it in my soul
Dressed in all white like a motherfuckin' Pope
Dressed in all white like a motherfuckin' Clone

Bitch, I'm a freak, we can do what you want
I won't meet your uncle, bitch, I will not meet your aunt
Get this bitch singin' just like Mary J. Blidge
But I keep that stick on me I'm grippin' that baton
And I keep a couple foreign whips in my garage
I been on a journey, bitch I do not whip a Dodge
Fuckin on yo' best friend, we take pics
I don't give a fuck, no bitch, I do not give a shit
Call my man, call my man, what's the bid?
We can smoke on this gas, take a hit
If you don't got that bag, I'ma dip,
Fuck yo' man, fuck yo' dog, fuck yo' bitch

Yellow diamonds, blue stones
Smokin' Purple
I'm too stoned
Why this, bitch, on my phone?
Hold up, that's a, bankroll
I said let's get gone, I ain't goin' home
I can feel the drugs, I can feel it in my soul
Dressed in all white like a motherfuckin' Pope
Dressed in all white like a motherfuckin' Clone

(Money on my head, money on my head)
(bah, bah, bah, bah)
(Money on my head, money on my head)
(bah, bah, bah, bah)
(Money on my head, money on my head)
(bah, bah, bah, bah)
(Money on my head, money on my head)
(bah, bah, bah, bah)