Every day new money
So I treat every day just like a holiday
(Just like a holiday)
Half of these niggas be fake
And it's not my thing
So I stay out the way (Phew, phew, phew)
Hundred racks in the LV bag
And it's all blue strips
This shit just like a bank
I'm mixin' money with drugs
And you know we kickin' shit
Up on a private plane (Yeah)
That lil' nigga can't say the same
When everythin' around them change
When all them niggas turn fake
(When all them niggas turn fake, huh)
If I call you my brother
Then you get a piecе of the cake (For real)
Whеn that money be callin' my phone
Know I'm on the way
(Yeah, I'm on the way, huh)
I think I'm addicted to fashion
(Yeah, fashion) , look at my diamonds
They flashin' (Look at my diamonds
They flashin')
I mix the Kapital, yeah, with the Rick
Got a hundred racks sittin' in my jacket
(Hundred racks sittin' in my jacket)
All of my niggas get active
All of y'all niggas be rappin' (Frr, phew)
That nigga bummy and broke
He keep talkin' about money in past tense
(Talkin' about money is past tense)
All this money doin' backflips
All this money got me movin' different
All this money got me high as fuck
All these drugs got me seein' shit
(All these drugs got me seein' shit)
I'm back on the road in
The back of the Rolls
I'm on the way to a meetin'
If the other side what you chose
Better have your pole, nigga yeah
When see you

Yeah, if the other side what you chose
Better
Have your pole, nigga, yeah, when see you
Huh if the other side what you chose
Then have your yeah, yeah, when we see you