I got my loots on, even when it's dark. I ain't playin', sittin' on 100 strokes, I'm on this money I been makin' That's what's up? That's what's up? So I chase all my wrists, but my neck can stay stunning Don't talk to me nigga if it ain't about money That's what's up? That's what's up? Fresh off the lot to the billions or Blowin' yellows on the peace, look like they goin' to war My juke ain't real, it's like I'm skatin' the floor The chicks adore the highs built on the shore Big Tuck in the building, the chillest nigga in town When it comes to my paper, ain't no kiddin' around Here's all of the clique, we holdin' it down You was stunnin' that Benz, now pull a Phantom around Spent the grip on the necklace, won't speak from the teeth But the top banana, bottom blueberry and peach So many stones in the mouth, it impaired my speech Shinin' so hard, I'm not allowed on the beach Twenty-six, twenty-eight's the only way that I skate Ride heavy in the game, I got the Chevy in shape The man with the cheddar, divide the cake Take a plane to Aruba and go surfin' the lake I got my lopes on, even when it's dark I ain't playin', sittin' on a hundred stones from all this money I been makin' That's what's up? That's what's up? So I chase all my wrists, but my neck can stay stunning Don't talk to me, nigga, if it ain't about money That's what's up? That's what's up? A lot of y'all don't know me, but a lot of you do Bought a plane from DD and sprayed it Cancun blue The car you drivin', I bought six for the crew Check for 7.1, I got the signature too I feel it ain't right to be rich like this Got a pond in the kitchen with the tropical fish BVS is on the check, leave a marvelous glitz The 76 Chevelle with the Lambo kit Bought some land in Miami without touchin' the stash The glad from the watch, it caused a body to crash The paint job sick, I got it wet as a bass Get a whiff of this, it's gotta grow, puff them pants Got my lopes on, pimpin', if it's sunny or not Turnin' corners in a Phantom, you help ain't got The big T-U-C-K, I'm way too hot If you ain't talkin' about money, what you talkin' about? I got my lopes on, even when it's dark I ain't playin', sittin' on a hundred stokes I'm on this money, I be makin' That's what's up So much ice on my wrist, roll my dick to stay stunnin' Don't talk to me, nigga, if it ain't about money That's what's up I got my lopes on, and I'm shined up G4 plane, better go and get your grind up Follow to the club, Lamborghini's all lined up In the world of our own, lil' mama don't mind us It's me, the hook, the crop, the jab Big tux, the chemist, and the boots, the lab Pimpin' the mic, it's the gift, the gal I'm the man of the hour, I got Luke, the *** I got my lopes on, even when it's dark I ain't playin', sittin' on a hundred stokes I'm on this money, I be makin' That's what's up So much ice on my wrist, roll my dick to stay stunnin' Don't talk to me, nigga, if it ain't about money That's what's up So much ice on my wrist, roll my dick to stay stunnin'