[Intro]
Everything out here is about money, like
Who the fuck wanna come home to fucking
Not even a thousand dollars every two weeks
Pay that, big time

[Verse 1: Money Man]
Talk to Gutta, he coming in November
The first cousin fitta flood the city in the winter
Blues on me like I went and got 'em printed
Double C Chanel, Jean jacket denim
Spent a hundred and twenty just to whip a Fisker
Kinda anti-social ion talk to n***as
I got plenty homies eating off the web
She just came and gave extraordinary head
Pick my boy up from a prison or a jail
Half a mil from
Imaginary cred
You reap what you sew
Like needle and some thread
Hundreds on me looking like a loaf of bread
They prolly never love me
Til' a n***a dead
Hit it right she ain't
Tryna leave the bed
I'm with some frat boys they drinking out a keg
They buying loud I charged an arm and a leg
Chopper hit the n***a
Arms and his legs
Fuck this rap shit, I'm prolly going fed
Yeah yeah
Beard like I'm Santa like I'm pushing sleds
N***as acting funny light that n***a neck
Yeah
Chain reaction on me keep the latest pair, lil' mama with me
Ride with virgins just like the hair
Living reckless
Shit trap without a care
I know a doctor who'll finesse the Medicare
Street n***a I don't get pedicures
If money the topic then a n***a all ears
We ain't stopping n***a we trapping all year
80 bags of exotic and it's all here
Buckets under plants buds fall here
Started from the bottom had to crawl here
Yeah yeah
I just talked to Gutta
I like muscle cars
I'ma burn rubber
Big weezy shades
Swipin' undercover
Loads from the west
I know several truckers
I know real florist
They keep low numbers
I keep grows coming
Ain't no slow summers
Taliban drugs like I'm Osama
Bought a private land
Growing in Amsterdam
I know Muslim n***as who from Pakistan
[Verse 2: BC Shooter]
Calling Money told him meet me in Atlanta
I found a quicker way to get a bigger bag
I know these n***as out here tryna bite the drip and ride the wave
Now these pussy n***as mad
Plug dropped a 50 ran through em fast
Turban on me like I'm with the Taliban
That chopper spin a n***a like a ceiling fan
I be steady dripping running through them bands
Rollie on me so you see the diamonds dancing
Copped the 'Vette with the new mini mansion
Cross me once don't get too man chances
I don't overdose I blow the Skittles smoke
I don't wanna fuck lil' mama I just want her throat
Took her on the water
Riding through the ocean
She tried to set me up I pushed her off the boat
Started to shoot him with the Carbine through the scope
Picked that bitch up put it dead on her nose
Shoot him in the face the only thing I know
Told myself I ain't gone do that shit no more
And I just got em in come and get 'em for the low
You can get cheaper but you gotta buy some more
And my trap house open but the shit is never closed
Motherfuckers spazzing I gotta have it
Dressing in designer fashion
Yeah imma keep me some cash
I keep me a bag
I'm always running to the bag
I heard lil' buddy snitched
I ain't with that shit
I don't really fuck with no rats
I'm just gon' count me a big bag
And I'ma keep shitting cuz these n***as mad
Yeaaaah
You gone make me turn up with the muhfuckin' gang yeah, yeah
Its BC for life boy that shit will not change yeah, yeah
We pull on yo street with them muhfuckin' thangs yeah, yeah
I roll down my window all you hear is bang, bang
What the fuck do these pussy n***as think, think
I roll down my window all you hear is bang, bang