I have to leave father, forgive us for we have sinned, but I just gotta get money Ayy, come on, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Too many money keeps on calling me Niggas hit a K, I'm in the 7 when the motor break First nigga in the hood to ride around with polo plate Real so big that you can sit him on the off the tape Bitch, I'm worth a couple million, you niggas still piggy bank Ridin' in my old school and sittin' on me 32 Somebody please tell me how the *** am I supposed to lose Headed to the Super Bowl with 20-year-old Ben Holt Spent 30 grand at the Gucci store in Mexico Christian on his A-shoes, the freshest in the universe On the day they bury me, I want some 30's on my hearse Haters try to make it worse, told the Lord to carry me Born in Alabama, so that's just where they gon' bury me Women see the diamonds on my neck and get infatuated Niggas try to copy me, but bitch, I can't be regretted Bone of the century, women try to kiss me MVP to MVP, millionaire to the G, let's go The money money keeps on callin' me So I get up, up, up, up So I get up, up, up, up To the top of the world The money money keeps on callin' me So I get up, up, up, up So I get up, up, up, up Made it to the top and now them haters wanna finish me *** you niggas dissin' me, witness me make history Remember all them nights I used to have them Bentley coupe dreams Stickin' to this ball and spendin' thousands on some blue jeans Ridin' in my cutlass coupe, eatin' chicken noodle soup Ten million dollars make a ugly mother***er cute Just coat that ball as tight as ***, it is contagious The prices that I'm payin' for these bitches outrageous Two ounces of that cold bean, but I still contaminate it Doin' some unserved ***, I need to be exterminated Listen to my first album, told you let's go get this paper What'd I tell you when I said I'm bigger than the mayor Call the only one I feel, with my trophy, bring it here Do this for my brother and my uncle, do it 20 years Can't nobody take my spot in my Maserati truck Can't stop, we at it to the top, so let the bops pop, nigga The money money keeps on callin' me So I get up, up, up, up So I get up, up, up, up The money money keeps on callin' me So I get up, up, up, up Mobile out of Melbourne, what's up? Rich boy, what's up? What's up, JP? Fake work, Young J Hit-Boy and Chase Keri Hilson And this just a preview Rich boy album comin' soon I said rich boy album comin' soon, nigga This light's out Chill and chill, where we goin'? The money money keeps on callin' me We just playin' with y'all So I get up, up, up, up Good night