[Verse 1]
Bitch, you wanna get money, I'm one call away
Fuck love, bitch, I done had harder days
A pretty broke bitch, please stay your ass far away
Gang and them pull up doin' skits in broad day
Gang and them got chains and whips, we all slaves
Gang and them got Madden hit sticks, and we all playin'
I been gettin' money from foreigners that's caucasian
I'ma have the F&N on my hip on all occasions
I ain't come here for that pussy, I came here for raw facials
I need a bitch that get that car and do what I say so
Blowin' bands in Neimans, havin' fun, this not Play-Doh
Your bitch don't wanna fuck with your broke ass, you not stable
You n***as can keep hidin' all y'all want, y'all not safe, though
Thuggin' in the county, back to back courts until the case was closed
A couple real ones kept it solid, couple n***as wrote statements, though
These n***as cotton-soft, I wouldn't put my faith in bro
Gang and them pull up with a chopstick from Halo
On his block playin' tactical like Rainbow Six
Bitches still actin' like fags with the same old tricks
EDD and PPP, pay for bitches' ass and y'all broke as shit
He lyin', talkin' 'bout the Plug goin' broke, but the joke's on him
He think he fuckin' with pastor Ralfy, must be sniffin' coke again
With your bitch rippin' through your purse, yeah, I'm the culprit again
Losin' people close to me, this shit feel like I'm supposed to win
This a whole lot of free game for you, bitch, soak it in
At your baby mama house, usin' up all your son lotion again
A one liter of Sprite so I can pour some of this potion in
N***as broke and they on Beyblades, actin' like they ain't supposed to spin
Shit weirder out here, sometimes I don't know who's my friend
Long live the Great, long live the Ruler, I really miss the coaches, man
[Chorus]
If it's the race to the top, I hope you can keep up
I'ma get a million off the splash, I don't need luck
It's a lot of numbers on the dash, I hope you can keep up
I'm really only interested in cash, I don't need love
If it's the race to the top, I hope you can keep up
I'ma get a million off the splash, I don't need luck
It's a lot of numbers on the dash, I hope you can keep up
I'm really only interested in cash, I don't need love

[Verse 2]
Exotic buttons in the foreign make the numbers on the dashboard geek up
I'm a dough hunter, addicted to cash, I don't need love
Took her money and then gave her a smack on the ass and a weak hug
It's the race to the top, my n***as in foreigns, y'all in buckets, how y'all gon' keep up?
Streets crazy, when you movin' too fast, God give you speedbumps
Ten chains on my neck, bitches hit they knees like I'm King Tut
It's preposterous for n***as even thinkin' they in the league with us
After you hear that lawn mower on your block, here come the leaf blower
People tellin' me I got it all, but I be feelin' like I need more
Some of these bitches be goin' out, just suckin' dick when they get bored
Don't be askin' me for no money, n***a, that's what your bitch for
Never let a n***a play with you, n***a, that's what them sticks for
The Plug