[Verse 1: Damedot]
Baby, I know when I leave, you hate I got a run
But it's money OT, I'm comin' right back when I'm done
Stack it all up, cop the oxys by the tons
I ain't tryna spend my life in the slums
I'm tryna make it out, so I hustle real hard
To buy its big cribs, new clothes and nice cars
I just got a call 'bout a bag I always wanted
Now it's straight to Somerset to get that bag you always wanted
Burberry, Gucci, Louis, Prada, girl, name it
It's nice to have a real n***a by your side, ain't it?
Yeah, n***as talk money, but they only maintain it
I talk it 'cause I live it, baby, I ain't even famous
But listen, lil' mama, when I'm out here on the road
Doin' shows, buyin' 'bows, sellin' O's, I want you to always know
You a real bitch and I'm a real n***a
We keep it one hundred, haters can't fuck with us
For real

[Verse 2: Peezy]
Let's try to make it last forever, I ain't gon' have this bag forever
You get mad I hit the set, I buy you bags and matching sweaters
Louis belts to match the checkers, bestie and juicy necklace
For the days you never let up, you can call me for whatever
Even though I'm gettin' cheddar, you was there when I was broke
You know I live the fast life, but you was there while it was slow
Girl, you helped me plant the seeds and you was there to watch it grow
I swear I want this shit forever, I'm just here to let you know
One thing for sure, two things for certain, you helped me when I was hurtin'
You was baggin', I was servin', but it felt like it was perfect
Swear I never meant to hurt you, man, I hate to see your tears
You was talkin' to your friends like, "I'm straight on him for real"
But at the end of the day, I still gotta get this money
Even when we ain't together, you gon' always be my woman
Even when the bag stop, for you, I'll always keep it comin'
From the bottom of my heart keep it a hundred, for real
[Verse 3: Team Eastside Snoop]
Want this shit forever, I'm just tryna make it last
I ain't tryna hurt your feelings, I ain't nothin' like your last
Makin' love to the money, but be fuckin' with the cash
Stack it up 'til it's sunny, you be fuckin' up the bag
Don't give a fuck about your past, fuck about your man
Expose you to real, and fuck up all your plans
Tighten up his circle, hope you nothin' like your friends
You can spend what you like, it ain't nothin' for them bands
And I know you think I'm playin', probably think I'm boosted
If I settle for less, you'd probably think I'm stupid
If I say it, then I mean it, girl, I'm just bein' truthful
Let the past be the past and let's plan for your future
Last time you caught me cheatin', I thought that you was grown
Just the thought of you leavin' hurtin' my soul
But let a dog roam, he'd find his way home
And I swear I really need it, every word in this song (Every word)