[Intro: Bobby Shmurda]
Okay
Ahh ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh
Ahh ahh, ahh

[Chorus: Bobby Shmurda]
Outchyea with my bro bitch, we don't know how to act (we don't know how to act)
All about that money, you gon' starve or you gon' stab (brrrr)
Hunnids on hunnids, tell that bitch to count the cash n***a
I'm 'bout that sack n***a, and that's a fact (and that's a fact)
Outchyea with my bro bitch, we don't know how to act (we don't know how to act)
All about that money, you gon' starve or you gon' stab (or you gon',brrrr)
Hunnids on hunnids, tell that bitch to count the cash n***a (count that,count that)
I'm 'bout that sack n***a, and that's a fact (brrrrr)

[Verse 1: Bobby Shmurda]
730 loco n***a, I stay with a sack (730)
Ask my n***a Loco, he gon' tell my n***a facts (my n***a)
Fuckin' with my locosm you gon' get yo' ass clapped (you gon')
Get that n***a trynna rob me, plantin' hollows in his back (b-b-b-boom)
Ask me why I does this, bitch I does this for the trap (trap trap)
Ask me why I does this, 'cause them n***as don't know how to trap (trap trap)
They don't know how to represent, they ain't not down (they ain't not down)
And I be on the front street, I don't know how to act
And my pistol talkin' as I put that pistol on my back (b-b-b,b-b-b-boom)
N***a fuckin' with my cash, I leave that n***a in the-bow
Cops and shmurdas on my ave, I put six shmurdas on yo' ass
Tellin' shorty [?]
[Chorus: Bobby Shmurda]
Outchyea with my bro bitch, we don't know how to act (we don't know how to act)
All about that money, you gon' starve or you gon' stab (ahh ahh ahh)
Hunnids on hunnids, tell that bitch to count the cash n***a
I'm 'bout that sack n***a, and that's a fact (and that's a fact)
Outchyea with my bro bitch, we don't know how to act (we don't know how to act)
All about that money, you gon' starve or you gon' stab (or you gon')
Hunnids on hunnids, tell that bitch to count the cash n***a (count that,count that)
I'm 'bout that sack n***a, and that's a fact (brrrrr)

[Verse 2: Richie P]
Now I'm outchyea flexin' n***a, man Chewy chew (blood)
The family doesn't know I had to bring the [?] through (flex,flex)
All my n***as trappin', bitch that's not a question (trappin',gone)
GS9 my squad, don't ask me what I'm reppin' (squad)
Hope you know you fukin' with the Gun Squad
Smith & Wesson, conceilin' the weapon, we on guard (boom), guard
Surrounded by killers, and most of them felons (most of them felons)
Them n***as, they snitchin', they talkin', they tellin' (it's crazy)
I roll with them [?] that really will shot ya'
In love with this money, in love with this money, get down with the movement (cash)
I look at these dummies, they ain't gettin' money, the fuck is they doin'? (fuck is you doin'?)
That bitch is a thot, so nine of my n***as'll run through her coochie (rra)

[Chorus: Bobby Shmurda]
Outchyea with my bro bitch, we don't know how to act (we don't know how to act)
All about that money, you gon' starve or you gon' stab (ahh ahh ahh)
Hunnids on hunnids, tell that bitch to count the cash n***a
I'm 'bout that sack n***a, and that's a fact (and that's a fact)
Outchyea with my bro bitch, we don't know how to act (we don't know how to act)
All about that money, you gon' starve or you gon' stab (or you gon')
Hunnids on hunnids, tell that bitch to count the cash n***a (count that,count that)
I'm 'bout that sack n***a, and that's a fact (brrrrr)
[Verse 3: Dwag]
I call up Bobby Savage, tell that n***a, "Bring some lean" (lean)
I call up Richie P and tell that n***a, "Bring some beans" (beans)
I'm grippin' on that thang, and it got about 16 (b-boom)
And if you try to front on me I'mma shoot you out ya' jeans (boom)
Y'all nigggas be playin', them n***as ain't sprayin', them n***as be bluffin' (bluffin')
My n***as is with it, my n***as run down, my n***as say nothin' (nothin')
Hell no, I ain't frontin', if you trynna run down them n***as we dumpin' (b-boom)
Might see him today, tomorrow he gone, my n***as, they slumped him (boom)
Call Tone on the phone, that n***a pull up, then n***a we gone (aaahhh)
That bitch, money, be callin' so word to the set, I ain't dyin' alone (dyin' alone)
On Smooth and Kane and word to the set, I'm dyin' the stone (dyin' the stone)
On Smooth and Kane and word to the set, I'm dyin' the stone


[Chorus: Bobby Shmurda]
Outchyea with my bro bitch, we don't know how to act (we don't know how to act)
All about that money, you gon' starve or you gon' stab (ahh ahh ahh)
Hunnids on hunnids, tell that bitch to count the cash n***a
I'm 'bout that sack n***a, and that's a fact (and that's a fact)
Outchyea with my bro bitch, we don't know how to act (we don't know how to act)
All about that money, you gon' starve or you gon' stab (or you gon')
Hunnids on hunnids, tell that bitch to count the cash n***a (count that,count that)
I'm 'bout that sack n***a, and that's a fact (brrrrr)