�Soon as you get money all these n***** said you changedWay back then said I don't smoke, i don't do a thingNever said I was gangsta but the infinite dude got rangeNot the n***** that I used to be, can't lie to you it's too tameI ain't gon' throw on some rain, got to throw on some flame with themWatch it, yeahGet to the money, that's all I can do, but don't have to be clockyLook at my pockets, you see they dignaut it, you know I'ma tap itOn the bed, this * bouncing all on it, I call it hydraulicsBusiness is business, I do what I do, just to make me a privateHey, ain't a movie, boy, you should stop itA to my grandma and A to my grandpa, I ain't got no optionHundreds in blue, yeah, R.I.P. no, shout out to SlouchyI get the bag and won't fumble it, you know I'm done with that homieI'm feelin' blessed, I'm in the mood, you niggas callin' it confidentRiding on 20, I'm blowin', I'm stickin', I'm thinkin' bout all my accomplishmentsYou niggas blow, I know you ain't *, I keep the sauce like a condomTalkin' on radar, I'm under it, they know that count, got the summer listRappers, my kids, I be sunnin' it, throw me a blunt, drop another hitThe pain in my eyes won't leave, I swear to this permanentThe demons I'm fightin' ain't permanent, I swear to God that I'm fortunateLet's go, let's goSooner or later, I'ma get the bag and won't fumble it, you know I'ma tap itSooner or later, I'ma get the bag and won't fumble it, you know I'ma tap itYou get money, all these niggas say you changedThe way you back then said, won't smoke, won't do a thingNever said I was gangsta, but after them, dude, I got rangeNot the niggas that I used to be, can't lie to you, it's the changeThrow on some rain, got thrown some flavor, them niggas be watchin'This is the money, that's all I can do, but the hate'll be clockin'Look at my pockets, you see they dignaught it, you know I'ma tap itFrom the baddest, she bouncin' all on it, I call it hydraulicsBusiness is business, I do what I do, just to make me a privateHey, you goof, then you know you should stopA to my grandma and A to my grandpa, I ain't got no washThe money's in blue, the R.I.P. nook, shout out to slouchesShout out to slouches, yeah, yeahCoach got me coughin', yeah, yeahI lead the way, I set the trends, I do it all, yeah, yeahGo on some jerks, yeah, yeahEat the skirt, yeah, yeahDon't know though, I be movin' dolo, I shoot like MissouriKeep it up in you, niggaWith me, you just stick around for the moneyBuy a chalene, then let her show offAnd now I look French on her hornBut back to the story, I'm beggin' my bad from good to greatPut in the time, and I done seen them turn love to hateOoh, soon as you get money, all these n****s say you changedWay back then, said I won't smoke on the backNever said I was next, but every n***a got ranchNot the n***a that I used to be, can't lie to you, changed*