I'm talking about your limosGot fifty sixty grand by the honey plant roadWhen I get down on my babyI just let the monkey and fly on my baby YeahSing your pretty,soul as you killin' that doughI just wanna chill,got a set for us to rollMarried to the money,introduce him to my stoveShow the money, whoopin' our rims up lowSnipin' my trap, get out with the band goWe be countin' up,watch the fuckin' bands goWe're just cynical,talkin' bunch of lame moansGot me through 60 grand,5 or 100 grand, soLet us wear white and our roots black,ohHit the strip club,we're letting the bass goEverybody in here with us cause the band's lowIn love with the money,I ain't never let goAnd I'm your girl, babyI just spent all day in town,baby, yeah I'm so happy,yeah