[Intro: Flvme]
Gotta get this money
Gotta get me some, yeah
Gotta get this money
Gotta get me some, yeah
Gotta get me some, yeah
Gotta get this money
Gotta get me some, yeah
Gotta get this money
Gotta get me some, yeah
Gotta get this money
Gotta get me some, yeah
Gotta get this money
Gotta get me some, yeah

[Chorus: Flvme]
Smokin' on some trees yeah yеah yeah
And it's still fuck the police yеah yeah yeah
I'll be countin' up the cheese yeah yeah yeah
I, swear my life at ease yeah yeah yeah
Wake up in the mornin' screamin' "Hallelujah"
Gettin' all this money, don't you let 'em fool ya
I've been gettin' to the money it ain't nothin' new yeah
Tell 'em "Fuck the haters" yeah we fuckin' do yeah

[Verse 1: Flvme]
Movin' too fast, ayy
But I sip really slow, yeah
Count up the racks, yeah
Then run up some more, yeah
You already know, yeah
Young n***a gettin' that dough
Gettin' that money, with all my woes yeah
Can't give a fuck about hoes yeah
N***a you trippin', you ain't never caught me slippin', yeah
Young and I get it, ayy
N***a get out your feelings, yeah
I got the business, I got the cake and I got the biscuits
N***as is bitches, do anything to get my attention
Dwayne Johnson on you n***as, lil' baby love the way I rock, yeah
And she in love with the way I eat up and beat up the box, yeah
I got some lean in the back and I got all the weed in my sock
You askin' too many questions, you startin' to sound like a cop, yeah
[Chorus: Flvme]
Smokin' on some trees yeah yeah yeah
And it's still fuck the police yeah yeah yeah
I'll be countin' up the cheese yeah yeah yeah
I, swear my life at ease yeah yeah yeah
Wake up in the mornin' screamin' "Hallelujah"
Gettin' all this money, don't you let 'em fool ya
I've been gettin' to the money it ain't nothin' new yeah
Tell 'em "Fuck the haters" yeah we fuckin' do yeah

[Verse 2: 451]
Yeah, they know me as "wstside" or 45 or the ice cream man (wooh)
Visit Jumeirah in the summer, had lil' mamas lil' toes in the sand (sand)
Give me that perfect head, until that aeroplane lands
We didn't even need a bed, we didn't even want one yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
N***as hate me for the chip up on my shoulder (On my shoulder)
I look like I sell bricks, and smell like Tom Ford Oud Wood
I had to sit and think, then I just had to pour up, yeah
Ain't a party unless one of us just throw up, yeah
N***as wanna fight, I just want bread, uh
All of my bitches obsessed dawg, I don't wanna leave my bed
Forever in love with the paper, got family that need to get fed
No bitch could ever touch my bread, nah nah

[Chorus: Flvme]
Smokin' on some trees yeah yeah yeah
And it's still fuck the police yeah yeah yeah
I'll be countin' up the cheese yeah yeah yeah
I, swear my life at ease yeah yeah yeah
Wake up in the mornin' screamin' "Hallelujah"
Gettin' all this money, don't you let 'em fool ya
I've been gettin' to the money it ain't nothin' new yeah
Tell 'em "Fuck the haters" yeah we fuckin' do yeah
[Outro: Flvme]
Gotta get this money
Gotta get me some, yeah
Gotta get this money
Gotta get me some, yeah
Gotta get this money
Gotta get me some, yeah
Gotta get this money
Gotta get me some