I'm telling these niggas I've been getting money could give a fuck what you been saying
All of these niggas they know that I'm coming out Inside a Bentley Mussein
Speeding while your bitch giving brain
Me and 4Z we puttin' that pain
With a couple choppas we gon' air it out
Yeah you Know that we gon' let it bang
Half of y'all niggas is inside a drought
You know my money is on a new route
It's cause my checks come in big amounts
I get some work then ship it down south
I'm a Neiman Marcus i'm droppin' a bag
My money hollow tip, spreading it fast
In a DeLorean, Jam push it fast
Only 160 I see on the dash
Two 4's inside of my drank, I feel like I'm Kobe
I'm the type a nigga whip out my blick with my left hand, Manu Ginobli
Inside my city ain't no nigga having more motion Than me and I did it by my fucking lonely
Maison Mihara all over my body, if you can't afford it you is not my homie
Money be talking, you hear what I'm saying
Just a young nigga switching these modes, I go Super saiyan
Ball on the field like Madden, know that these Sticks that I'm playing
Drum on a Glock, 808 beats that I'm spraying
If you ain't talking bout money, I can't hear what you saying
Roll through my hood I smoke my wood, they try To kill me, I wish they would
Racks in the safe, you know that I'm good
Wrist be on water, I step in the function
You know that I'm causing a flood
I'm calling the shots I'm feeling like Suge
Call up my homies cause we gotta cook
Answer the phone like homie what's good