Bitch, we next up Get the money, stackin' racks up Kill head, runnin' down with the track up OCD, LSD, it's a fact up And we know no goin' sane, better back up Let it off with the K, I ain't lettin' up And I been on the cracker head like a chest up Whoever threw that paper, momma, hoes step up You want the money, better say it with your chest up Real next, bitch, we been legit Talkin' hella lit, just like flames She see me in public and she scream my name Crazy how I got hella groupies without any fame Almost in 200 plays, that was just in one day Need a check, I'm gettin' paid, we get money anyway Freakin' doors runnin' in, on your knees like you gon' brag Dang, spot the car, can't identify the getaway Bitch, I got more money than a nigga had yesterday Black on my kicks, hit you with this If you playin' with me, I'll bet it won't miss I'll black on the jeans and I'll black on hood Top gun, I'm punchin', bitch, shoot any wood Like in the Genesis, I hit you with a rock That mile, why bad a choice? No, I do not pop, no A diamond, I'm on my trip Too good to shake, gotta take a piss Goin' on my wrist, all fuckin' hit that beat with my fist Talk to the hank, it's a face hit, listen Look at my kicks, off the wrist Go to the fence, you insulate, bitch I know you thinkin' it Bitch, we next up Get the money, stackin' racks up Kill head, runnin' down with a tractor OCD, LSD, it's a fact Don't even wanna go insane, better pack up Let it off with the cake, I ain't lettin' up And I been on the cracker, yeah, like a chest Whoever threw that paper, mama, whole step up You want the money, better say it with your chest up I down on some X when I feel like I'm sad, bruh I might use the Uzi in A-Talk and rap, bruh Can't trust all these hoes, so I always use rappers Pain on a nigga will get you real caps, bruh Thought he was funny, and now he is gone Choppa gon' cut him up like he a lawn He think he is a king, but he's a pawn He is a sissy, you could call him Mulan One time, two time, three time, four I need more, I'm the king, need galore Run the floor, never bore, I'm a scorer, I'm a lord I'm the beast from the east Six or seven, we finna eat the elite Take a seat, Sam made the beat, Sam made the heat Oh ***, fire, fire, I'ma need some water Fiji, see me, we be up next Object, comfort, your neck, I'll be inside On ya, ***, see them, we be killin' it, ah, *** Grounded to the top of the mountain, bow I swear to *** when I knocked it down, ow He said, crawling on the ground, bitch, you call that a clown Token, next to the second, Rexxar Why you playing around, hey Playing around, messing about, huh? You a clown, bitch Bitch, we next up, get the money, stackin' racks up Kill head, running down with a tractor OCD, LSD, it's a factor Don't we know, no going sane, better back up Let it off with the cake, I ain't letting up And I been on the cracker, yeah, like a chest up Whoever threw that paper, I'ma whole step up You want the money, better say it with your chest up You want the money, better say it with your chest up