I got me my men
I got me my men
I got me my fellas
I got money, yeah, I love all my fellas
I got all this time, so me had it
I got money, yeah, I love all my fellas
I got money, yeah, I love all my fellas
I got money, yeah, I love all my fellas
I got money, yeah, I love all my fellas
I got money, yeah, I love all my fellas
I got money, yeah, I love all my fellas
I got money, yeah, I love all my fellas






I got money, yeah, I love all my fellas
We build up, we get high
We do charms all the time
Nom was wrong
Set up a lot, let's get it
All the*** what's up
Set up a lot, let's get it
All we do the work
This quel got me my men
I got me my fellas
I got money, yeah
I got me my fellas
I love all my billets
I got five little diamonds on me
I deep as the chalice
All we do is go up, we don't go down
A's make me go up, A's got me ground
Yeah, you said you better come and spend, better turn around
Yeah, you said you want a million, tell me how the f*** it sound
Yeah, I just went in by the building for a large amount
Yeah, she told me busting that, she told me not to ever fall out
Yeah, she told me that she fell in love, she ain't never heard about
Yeah, I just went in by the door, it's time to bring the burns out
Yeah, I just went in by the lamp, cause that's what they heard about
I just flew to London, told her chill out
Yeah, all the smoke in the function with my grill out
Yeah, anybody got a problem, pull a mill out
Yeah, invoice for the f***ing creep, pull a bill out
Yeah, got a bad ting in Mumbai, cookin' hill out
Yeah, rich junkie, I hop on the stage, rap hill out
Yeah, ridin' the Maybach on shrooms, yeah
Dude, I got a bad ting in Mumbai, cookin' hill out
F*** this, f*** the underground, I feel too big
I'm in love when the money is true
I pump one, I pour three, I pour two
Fill up the trunk and work baddies and go make a move
Too much money, is it me, is it true?
Pop out, smoke, rest in peace to you
Pop out with your hoe, you know how I do
I had to fill the spot with Playboy bunnies
We don't love no h***, we love money
I love money
I love money
I love money
I love money
We boot up, we get high
We do chugging, we get high

We do this all the time
So much more f***
So pull up, let's get it
All these f***ers up
So pull up, let's get it
All we do is go up
These percs got me in my minis
These brats got me in my billys
I love money, yeah
I love all my billys
I got all these diamonds on me
All these f***ers jealous
All we do is go up, we don't go down
Nahhhh
All these f***ers jealous
All these f***ers jealous
All these f***ers jealous