[Chorus: Tdot Illdude]
I be getting money fucking hoes
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of things on me everywhere I go
If you on the other side, then you got to go
Bruce Lee Roy, I got the glow
Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of n***as hating but they keep it on the low
I keep my bitch in Celine that's fa sho
I keep my bitch in Vera Wang, that's fa sho
I keep my hittas on the plane, that's fa sho
And the streets know my names, that's fa sho, sho

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I've been getting money on the low
Type of n***a buy a Birken for your hoe
Hundred thousand on me everywhere I go
Bought a Range just to drive it in the snow
Fuck you, n***as, talking shit is lit
Riding dirty got the chopper in the Bent
Got your baby momma trying to get a flick
Now n***a, tell your baby momma fuck up off my dick
I'm just cooling with my young n***as
She in the VIP with all these drug dealers
Acting like she never fucked with you
And she told me that you a fuck n***a
When you popping like we popping, my n***a, ain't no laying low
Mixing that Givenchy with Valentino camo
Fuck on the air mattress all in the bando
Dabbing like I'm Cam tho
Touchdown, yeah, hoe
[Chorus: Tdot Illdude]
I be getting money fucking hoes
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of things on me everywhere I go
If you on the other side then you got to go
Bruce Lee Roy, I got the glow
Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of n***as hating but they keep it on the low
I keep my bitch in Celine, that's fa sho
I keep my bitch in Vera Wang, that's fa sho
I keep my hittas on the plane, that's fa sho
And the streets know my name, that's fa sho, sho

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Yea, mobbing at the clear port
Richard Mille all plain like the airport
Therefore I am flyer than an air force
Looking devilish I pull up in that red Porsche
Now we got your bitch up on the money train
I heard she fucking what's his name and what's his name
We only know your wifey by her Twitter name
I only pop the perc, so I don't feel the pain
Feel the pain, feel the pain, make them feel the flame
All these corny n***as winning, I don't know who to blame
But maybe its the internet, I've been busy counting money, you should do the same
Every n***a 'round me got a body
Shorty with me trying to kick it like karate
In my DM acting thirsty, word to Gotti
And it be going down when I pull up to the party
[Chorus: Tdot Illdude]
I be getting money fucking hoes
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of things on me everywhere I go
If you on the other side then you got to go
Bruce Lee Roy, I got the glow
Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of n***as hating but they keep it on the low
I keep my bitch in Celine, that's fa sho
I keep my bitch in Vera Wang, that's fa sho
I keep my hittas on the plane, that's fa sho
And the streets know my names, that's fa sho, sho

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I'm still balling, money still calling
I'm on my eighth Rollie, n***as still talking
Flood the whole band, it look like real water
Ticket after ticket I feel like I'm will calling
N***as hating on me, I don't feel for 'em
'Cause my South Philly n***as kill at will for 'em
And my North Philly n***as do the drill for 'em
The lawyers paid n***a made me spend a mil on 'em, pussy!
Blow the motherfucking money on these n***as

[Chorus: Tdot Illdude]
I be getting money fucking hoes
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of things on me everywhere I go
If you on the other side then you got to go
Bruce Lee Roy, I got the glow
Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of n***as hating but they keep it on the low
I keep my bitch in Celine, that's fa sho
I keep my bitch in Vera Wang, that's fa sho
I keep my hittas on the plane, that's fa sho
And the streets know my names, that's fa sho, sho