[intro]
[indigo, ok embasin]
Uh, watching the sun come up right now (no cap)
Uh, uh, no cap

[Chorus]
I get money money, yeah, cause its money to be made
I think these n***as funny, uh, and they don't get paid
Every single day, I gotta go make a way (Uh)
6am in LA, last night I was at the bank (Uh)
6am in LA, but I'm thinkin' bout the A
It was 2PM in New York and I had to catch that plane (Uh)
The night before that, on the top floor, I was fucking on your bae
East coast, west coast, climate change
And no matter what, n***a I'ma still get paid

[Verse 1]
And no matter what, n***a I'ma still get paid (Yeah)
And these n***as still gon' hate, yeah, and my fans still gon' rage
And I still put that sht on every single day, oh yеah
And I'm still rollin' real deal cool, like I'm in a Wraith
That boy rollin' up rеal deal boof, n***a smoking mid
That shit ain't okay
Still throwin' up real deal racks through the roof
Every single day I'm paid
Still riding round the city, and I'm in the coupe, n***a yeah
You know my fuckin' face
Switching up like rubix cubes, these n***as fake
Real deal slime, only hang with snakes
N***as gettin' lapped like this shit a race
Got your bitch on my lap, and she tell me what she want
N***a like I'm playing [?]
Bitch, every single day a Saturday
I can only say this shit so many ways
Got to go and get it, got to make a way
I don't know if these n***as think I'm playin'
Thought I told these n***as that I do not play
It's obvious, they not hearing what I'm saying
Grey hair, Ultra AC Super Saiyan
[?] foreign drip, but still hating
Me and my twin got the same shoes
But they different shades, yeah we paid
Hop up on the track bitch, and then I slay it
Had a little bad bitch and I slayed her
Real rockstar, something just like Slayer
Really might just thrash your bitch up like a skater
[Chorus]
I get money money, yeah, cause its money to be made
I think these n***as funny, uh, and they don't get paid
Every single day, I gotta go make a way (Uh)
6am in LA, last night I was at the bank (Uh)
6am in LA, but I'm thinkin' bout the A
It was 2PM in New York and I had to catch that plane (Uh)
The night before that, on the top floor, I was fucking on your bae
East coast, west coast, climate change
And no matter what, n***a I'ma still get paid

[Verse 2]
Yeah, ok, we gon' take this shit up a notch today
We gon' [pour an extra line??] man this shit get crazy
I just had some lyin' n***a getting brazy
Yeah n***a, know I'm finna fuckin' blaze it
And I'm having bands just like a parade
These skinny ass jeans made by ricky mane
Fifteen (15) hoes on my last day
You can't fit these clothes n***a, cause you lame
You can't get these clothes n***a, cause you can't
I really do this this shit, What'd you think?
Rockin' water like big fish in the sea
We gon' cook this lil' bitch n***a, he not gang
There he go with his bitch, put her on the gang
I ain't have nothing, came back with bank
Talking bout a ten, anything less get spent on drip
N***a what'd you think?
Matter fact, fuck it n***a, break the bank
Just spent a band on a Ricky tank
Spent another band on some YSL
With this bad bitch, and she fine as hell
Oh yeah, and you know
Me and twin never going right back to the jail
And know me and twin came a long way from that flame and hell
Havin' racks on us, n***a you can't tell
Pacific ocean water water n***a, you can sail
I just hit your daughter n***a, she a ten
[Chorus]
I get money money, yeah, cause its money to be made
I think these n***as funny, uh, and they don't get paid
Every single day, I gotta go make a way (Uh)
6am in LA, last night I was at the bank (Uh)
6am in LA, but I'm thinkin' bout the A
It was 2PM in New York and I had to catch that plane (Uh)
The night before that, on the top floor, I was fucking on your bae
East coast, west coast, climate change
And no matter what, n***a I'ma still get paid

[Outro]
No matter what n***a I'ma still get paid