V1:
My enemies be on my dick, they look like Rupes to me My fan, that's your girlfriend, then why she leavin' with me? We ain't dated but a week, but still she gave me a key I told your homeboy, I'll kiss your man a grandmother three I told him, count them bands up, I got a seven to your key And even though you see me MTV, Jam of the Week I got the stupid and rich game, a n***a ever the same I got the kangaroo money, bout to jump on the chain I count a hundred thousand dollars, I was just in my teens NBA money, n***a bitch is one of my rings You stay your n***a here, money, ain't no money to me

V2:
What they really want from a n***a Put it all for a n***a, get it all for the figures But money keep on coming and that money keep on speaking Like Gucci probably told you, some money leave speeches I see you living good, I see you living fancy This record for the hood, all Atlanta was a Grammy I look up to the stars, fall season and it's planning This life become too easy when you move without the hammer on I can't take the time to reply Haters talking money gets no word, that's denied Like lame n***as trying to get the baddest, that's denied Hi, and yes it's nice to meet you I'm sorry that it took so long for me just to greet you I hope that you forgive me for the days I didn't see you Maybe you forever in our hearts like we need you Maybe you forever in our hearts like we need you I need you, I believe, love