Votes tall, go low
Hey, what the * y'all on?
Hey, what the * y'all on?
I'm gettin' money, I'm gettin' money, y'all on
So if you ain't talkin' bout it, it's the Dow Jones
Leave a message at the beep, I'm busy cakin' up
I can't hear ya, your signal badge, you're breakin' up
I'm gettin' money, I'm gettin' money, y'all on
So if you ain't talkin' bout it, it's the Dow Jones
Leave a message at the beep, I'm busy cakin' up
I can't hear ya, your signal badge, you're breakin' up
I hear him hatin' on the money, that's a funny thing
But do us all a favor, don't get mad, get your money, man
Flip shot a Johnny, man, cop me a sunny chain
While you rock the muck-ass diamonds with that funny chain
Yeah, I'm niggas funny, man, laughin' while I'm cakin'
Lookin' at you clown niggas while you fakin' till you achin'
Excuse me, Mr. Selman, I ain't poppin'
What you sellin' me, initials on your chain
Like you tryin' to interspell me
But don't you view me with them hater guys
*, get your shine out
Cause I'ma get mine on, hustle and get my grind on
Diamonds lookin' hollering, so I'm Gucci gogglin'
Bad bitches followin', they next top modelin'
Smokin' on that strong *, leave what I'm swallowin'
Pause, rep my engine, can you hear what I'm cryin'
Sittin' in that Lambo, red like that bandana
Sittin' on Rambo, now back to my damn day
Yeah!
I'm gettin' money, shout on
So if you ain't talkin' bout it, it's the downtown
Leave a message at the beep, I'm busy cakin' up
I can't hear ya, you're sick, the bench are breakin' up
I'm gettin' money, shout on
So if you ain't talkin' bout it, it's the downtown
Leave a message at the beep, I'm busy cakin' up
I can't hear ya, you're sick, the bench are breakin' up
You just got me out of space, I'm on a mission to Mars
The moon too close, so I'm shootin' for the stars
Like cash, no credit, it ain't no either-or
It's either dead or either-or, my reply is nah
I'm a vegetarian, broccoli cold stock
And it's hittin' on phones, now that's a cold call
Bob's fightin' for the kick, so I let them hoes fall
Then I jab it in her mouth like she got a glass jaw
Gotta give it me low and scale, cause I'm presidential
Yeah, that's what that money do because of my credentials
Futuristic diamonds, I'm rockin' them spaceless rockets
And them Johnny Rocket hamburgers fillin' up my pockets
I stuff them like Christmas stockings and I fill them to the maximum
I used to drive a maximum, now I'm in them foreigns passin' them
Lookin' like a miller, so the boppers keep harassin' them
But I'm fresh out of Faisal, ain't no needin' askin' them
I'm gettin' money, what a shout-out
So if you ain't talkin' bout it, it's the Dow Jones
Leave a message at the beep, I'm busy cakin' up
I can't hear ya, you're sick to bed, you're breakin' up
I'm gettin' money
What the * is y'all on? I'm on some Richie Rich *
You'll tell them what we gettin', homie
I can't hear ya, the signal * up, my ears trippin'
Damn, I lost service, but * it, he wasn't talkin' business
Tile paper, y'all mean, baby, y'all's midgets
So y'all's Gary Coleman next to my Dodd Bridges
I get the money, but I don't need it






I'm even numbers, y'all get them odd digits
Funny money, I get dummy money, pot no ball with it
Thirty-fours on that Chevy, sittin' on them pile-piercers
High-risers on that slab, you know me, tip them tile inches
Call a doctor, up my lyrics, sick as *, Raul Illy
Power Ranger paper, bruh, you know the nigga pile-pillin'
Like J-Dawg, I ride roofless, chopped off the ceiling
With a bad bitch givin' me face, so I'm feelin' brilliant
I'm caked up, pockets thick, Ray Pyle binges
And I spit bars like the fuckin' steak penitentiary

I'm gittin' money, I'm gettin' money on it
So if you ain't talkin' bout it, it's The Dowとか
Be my message, check the beep, I'm busy caking up
I can't hear you, your single badge, you breakin' up
I'm gittin' money, I'm gettin' money on it
So if you ain't talkin' bout it, it's The Dowとか
Be my message, check the beep, I'm busy caking up
Your single badge, you breakin' up