(Hook-Young Roddy)
Get Money Get Money Get Money Get...
Stay mobbin, Stay mobbin, Stayin mobbin, uh

(Verse-Young Roddy)
Shit, I remember 20 n***as on the block
N***as running up the car like how much you got (Life)
And I don’t want no bitch, if she ain’t the baddest
And she don’t want no n***a without no cabbage
They wild'n, she say "don’t even try ta holla"
If you ain't clockin, she want some dolla, dolla, dolla, dollas
Either you makin it happen or you watching
I made 24K in one hour
She talking reckless, she must be on a molly
She tryna ride it, but I’m grindin, grindin, grindin, grindin
I done made it to the top from the bottom
But at the bottom, them n***as bustin hollows
Tryna make it like a n***a hit the lotto
But them goons watching like who got it, got it, got it, got it
I got a box of dead presidents in my closet
Next to a bunch of dead rappers who want problems
Roll with my sword, word to Mohammed
Add another comma, I’m talking profit, profit... (profit, profit...)
And they told me real Gs move in silence
I made a killing when I used to move that China
I’m out here (fivin'?) if I ever hear them sirens
I don’t need no lighter to spit that fiyah, fiyah, fiyah, fiyah
I’m feeling like Dr. Dre on that chronic...
I’m feeling like B.I.G, who shot you?...
I’m tryna make my paper circulate
I been plotting all goddamn day! (Ro!)
(Hook-Young Roddy) (2x)
Get Money Get Money Get Money Get...
Stay Mobbin, Stay mobbin, Stayin mobbin, uh

(Verse - Trademark Da Skydiva)
Been in the trenches so long my boots muddy
I live by two rules - love family and get money
Grind behind mines whether it's rainin, snow or sunny
No matter the weather, Trade out to get this cheddar
Like a fine wine, over time I get better
N***as sleeping if they think they creeping up to my level
Live by this motto, keeping business over pleasure
Diamond in the rough, dig me up, I’m hidden treasure
N***as in the hood up to no good, tote Berettas
Attitude whatever, modern day goodfellas
Round here you either buying or selling
Snitches get stitches in ditches, so keep it quiet, no telling (Uh)
Make them dollars circulate, that’s what I’m yellin
Been on this paper chase since I was eleven
Got my pedal to the metal, no slowing up
In the fast lane to get change, watch me stack it up
Till my pockets fat enough
And I’m paper peeling, straight chilling
Slinging verses like grams to grands, keep adding up
Big business over here, I’m talking mega bucks
Fresh bands in my pants, my pockets stay padded up, n***a!