I know some n***as that'll merk ya for a quarter birdy
You b**h a** n***as just be lucky that the boy ain't hurtin'
I got the money to lag and I got that swagger workin'
I'm smokin' somethin' I can't pronounce behind them Phantom curtains
What is you holl'in' b**h I'm on some gangsta sh**
She wanna make me dinner I tell her make me rich
You f**in' wit' a winner but I come from the litter
Hoe but bet I can take that dirt and turn that sh** glitter
I leave the work wit' her yeah she my baby sitter
And if I find out she stealin' for realer I'm a k** her
I'm just a money man so where the dollars at
So momma I'm a beat that until them flowers black
She wanna ride on this I make her ride wit' that
Her pistol in the ceilin' that's her survival pack
And do I love her naw man I just love her spirit
Blind deaf or crazy it's money over b**hes
[Chorus: x2]
Now everybody that I know get that money baby
And we ain't worryin' 'bout them hoes get that money baby
You get that cooked or that blow you done called a baller
If you ain't talkin' 'bout that dough homie what'cha talkin'
So get'cha game up take a b**h break a b**h
Strap her down wit' work and tell her don't trip take a trip
Get'cha hustle up the money's what you make of it
These n***as want it cooked and I done closed down the bakery
So stop stuntin' homie false promotin'
It ain't about what'cha makin' it's all about what ya totin'
Burn him up leave him naked bring him back to his wife
The b**h ain't even cry 'cause he was livin' that life
These n***as think I'm slippin' 'cause I'm fallin' back
b**h I got money in the walls for that
Youngin' get it from the ground homie hold the hood down and
Don't make a sound if them people swing around this b**h
Do ya thang whoa' hustle try to stay low
This is for my old school G's who ain't around this b**h
But shawty they ain't f**in' wit' pops
Let them n***as chase that p**y we gon' follow that guap, yeah
[Chorus: x2]
Fifty stacks in the garden in the backyard
Money talkin' turn a key into a crack charge
Y'all n***as ain't eatin' how we eatin' "B"
f** how we used to be now we how we need to be
If they ain't wit' us they must be against us
We shoot 'em in the head 'cause they act like they senseless
If you ain't gettin' bread n***a keep yo' distance
We sharks over here n***a keep on fishin'
Money money money is my intuition
Money over b**hes such an easy decision
Young Money money men monster militia
Hard body these n***as boxes of tissue
That nina will kiss ya that chopper will twist ya
Them .three eighty snapshots now smile for the pictures
Weezy motherf**in' baby pay me
My nien-to-five is overrated I'm on that grind hoe
[Chorus: x2]