Yeah, yeah, I feel like Michael JacksonOoh, walkin' by bitch like Tony BransonOoh, darlin', my paper's turnin' plasticThat new money, my niggas on the actionOoh, walkin', I feel like Michael JacksonOoh, walkin', by bitch like Tony BransonOoh, darlin', my paper's turnin' plasticThat new money, my niggas on the actionOoh, walkin', my niggas be dancin'I've been on the lane and smashin'I've been drinkin', I've been trappin'It's why my paper turnin' plasticThat new moneyI told him stop with the liesI've been on all my liesTalkin' bout how you rideBut I'm fly with the guysYou got your way homeCause we're bound to flyIf you want to smokeYou can pull up on the sidePull up, pull up on the sideLike Mike, call the micMake a shorty want to dancePut some bodies in the handShorty can't do it all the timeJayla bought her petsDoin' this for my squadDoin' this for my brosDoin' this for my kidsOoh, I feel like Michael JacksonOoh, walkin', by bitch like Tony BransonOoh, darlin', by bitch like Tony BransonOoh, my niggas on the actionOoh, I feel like Michael JacksonOoh, walkin', by bitch like Tony BransonYeah, all my niggas in the car, and this bitch tried to *But it never used to show love, plus I heard that I'm getting money nowAnd my niggas go out, and I'm coming live from the south sideWhere we really holding out, can't * with my squadAin't had a weekend, try to find out how I go so hardCause I live in the kitchen, with one of those numbers on y'allThe clip is extended, put a whole nigga branchingStill ride for my section, now I got my rest of them niggasY'all ain't never catchin' no play, hit him up with broad day, niggaGot my young nigga all up in the building, trappin' out the hallway, niggaY'all ain't never do what y'all say, hit him out the front gate, niggaOhOh*, I move againI fuckin' move upOoh, darlingBitch, I do what I doI move up, yeahI move up, yeahI move up, yeahI feel like Tony BaxterOoh, darlingI got new moneyYeah, yeah, yeahI move againShe look like ooh, darlingThat new moneyYeah, yeahLike who want it?