[Chorus:] [x8]
All I wanna know where my money at
[Verse 1:]
Yeah, got rid of my last b**h, now I'm s**er free
She got to pay me for the penis, I don't f** for free
Handle me like I'm fragile, woman stop touching me
You just a slim jim, you wouldn't even lunge for me
The same n***a everybody say would never shine
Like he'll do it every nine and it's all the time
You got a problem with me, n***a you better fall in line
You got so much bigness, then why the f** you all up in mine
Push a bu*ton, then am rolling, I don't need a key
I want this and though it's bad, I don't even need to see defeat
b**h I'm a dog, you ain't even much a flea to me
Don't get it twisted, Tikit Williams is OG to me
[Chorus] [x8]
[Verse 2:]
Yeah, too much money is in my pocket, know I'm back at the bank
As if they got a lot to count, am go relax at the bank
Hood n***a, damn right, I pack my strap in the bag
But they don't rob and chase whenever Joseph Mack in the bank
Am from the wisher n***a woods, So I wish a n***a would
Knock his a** out he wake up and say b**h that n***a good
But non-violent, non- violent, that's the way to be
Slapping the sh** out of somebody, that every day for me
If you ain't talking about my money shut the f** up
So pay me what you want me, your day, they go give you a touch up
Don't make me send them people to your momma house
Five thousand, that's enough for me to take your momma “ide”..hahaha
[Chorus] [x8]
[Verse 3:]
All eyes on me like i'm 2pac in this b**h
Can't see him looking at me, i'm busy shopping and sh**
Necklace look like a bunch of buggers, all the rocks in this b**h
I get it cracking good, n***as get it popping and sh**
Look at the money, ain't right, I ain't getting out the car
They can tell you club up, but you can get it out the park
I'm a hood n***a homie, am just living like a star
Yeah the noodle say Ramon but the watch say Audemar
This morning I was bored as f**, so I went and bought a car
This evening i'm bored as f**, so I think Imma start a war
You bet not be in this club tipping, where my change homie
f** throwing my money, get them b**hes make it rain on me..Yeah
[Chorus] [x8]
[Verse 4:]
Hahaha. that's all I want to know my n***a
Is where my mother f**ing money at
You bet not be in this mother f**ing club trying to make it rain n***a
Cause I'm gonna make your mother f**ing face break
Run me my mother f**ing bread dog
Real top, made me coming outside, coming out the back door
Cause you know am in the front
Ride down the street with your home boy
Cause am looking for your car
You dig?
f** them with a whole nother b**h
Cause I'm at your baby mother house n***a
Every time you turn around imma right there
Hand me my mother f**ing money dog
Beat your b**h a** up