[Intro: TakBar and DJ Drama]
[TakBar]
Yeah, it's DC n***a
You see what we doing in these f**ing streets
Pushing the flyest whips, f**ing the baddest chicks
Big guns with 30 shot clips, motherf**ers can't see us
All gold AP's, these n***as wearing G-Shocks
We sending G4 pilots to the Wing Stop
Going where they said we wouldn't and doing what they said we couldn't
We come from nothing n***a, let's get this f**ing money
[DJ Drama]
I got my money right, call me Rich Homie Dram
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I'm sipping on patrón n***a
My b**h bad to the bone n***a
She f**ed up, I'm f**ed up
She like how we gon' get home n***a
I can't smoke that strong n***a
Swear that's word to my PO
That lil chick to expensive for you
I'll take her back like repo
Say, shorty want a pair of red bottoms
f**ed her good then I went and got 'em
Percs got me f**ing for a hour
Got a boyfriend, forget about him
I got young n***as that'll get it popping
And all my n***as get a dollar
Started of with an impala
Now all my whips a hundred thousand
Hold up, Now throw your rollies up in the air
And wave that sh** to the side n***a
Bad b**hes just popping p**y, you dead broke just die n***a
On private jets we fly n***a
Sipping lean, we high n***a
Stand tall, feet five n***a
They riding for ya, they die with ya
Say foreign whips my f**ing problem
Got a couple, don't f**ing drive them
My homies whip them like f**ing molly
Mo' money mo' f**ing problems
Yo' wrist [?] I'ma take that
I'm everywhere that that cake at
Them hoes stunted, this the the payback
Im in a Rolls-Royce screaming out Maybach
[Hook: Future]
Money ain't no issue
Im on them mollies and prescription
Lean inside my cup I beat that p**y till she miss me
f** n***a die slow, I don't give a f** if he come up missing
Any n***a gettin' money I salute ya, I salute ya
[Verse 2: Future]
Young n***a in a beemer coupé with a lot of money and a lot of booze
Young n***a getting plenty money I'm turnt up than Tom Cruise
Mollies all in my cup n***a, screwed up I ain't slowing down
AP I'm trigger happy n***a, young n***as at Atlanta Zoo
Shootin the A up out the chamber n***a [?]
Bad b**h from Beverly hills I'mma f** her good on TMZ
Quarter mill for the AP, Quarter mill for Lambo
Quarter mill for a new truck, quarter mil' that's on the counter
FreeBand I'm eating now, Rock and roll no guitar
A lotta d** and a lotta b**hes
I'mma f** the b**h like a p**n star
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Fabolous]
Im just tryna chill but n***as really really want to make me talk reckless
Have these n***as on your neck, you don't really really want to talk necklace
Heard you got L's in the hood you don't really really want to talk Lexus
We got it right now man you thing n***as really want to talk Nexus
f** the n***a like his b**h say if she with me in a 6 trey
She ride the stick every which way while sh** play from the mixtape
She say sh** go hard, she say sh** go hard, shorty sound like Big Sean, (Swerve)
b**h keep saying Oh God (Oh Gawd)
I done f**ed around and got used to money
f** game I just use the money
All the s**ers get is middle fingers
And the bum b**hes get deuces from me
So if you getting money, I salute you I'm saluting
And if you getting mad I rebuke you, Final Solution
n***as like ya'll find excuses
n***as like us rock exclusives
I come through, beat them streets up cause my whip game so abusive n***a
This that getting money music n***a
When they play it all the winners gon' lose it n***a
[Hook]