[Intro: Luci4]
Cash, I get bills, you get pressed, what's the—
I get cash, you get bills, you get pressed, what's the—
Cash, c-c-cash, I get bills, you get pressed, what's the deal?
With your bitch out here [?] like me 'cause I'm real
I'm a—
Play that shit back, n***a
Black Money Boyz Deathrow, fuck n***a up

[Verse 1: Luci4]
I get cash, I get bills, you get pressed, what's the deal?
With your bitch out here [?] like me 'cause I'm real
I'ma leave when I'm ready, I cannot gеt killed
Out here fuckеd off the Perc, but I'm seeing shit still
Out here fucked off the Perc, but I'm seeing-seeing-seeing
Pop like three Addys and see shit for real
You the least of my concerns, don't care how you feel
I've been up making money, I see shit for—
I've been up-up-up making money, I see shit for real
I've been up making money, I see shit for real
I've been up making money, I see shit for real

[Verse 2: Majin Blxxdy & 4jay]
I cannot get killed, young Blxxdy love to drill
4jay in the cut, yeah, he posted with the steel
Fuck n***a, don't try us, get your cap peeled
BB belt round my waist got me shinin' for real
Your bitch a lil' thot, she got mileage for real
BMB Deathrow, we be stylin' for real
B-BMB Deathrow, we be stylin' for real, n***as—
Black Money Boyz Deathrow, fuck n***a up
BM-BM-BM-BMB Deathrow, we be stylin' for real
For real, n***as don't want no smoke with us 'cause they know the deal
Slide up on your block, stickin' out, it's a drill
Get your bitch 'cause for the dick, I hope he fiendin'
Pop the 30, got me lookin' like a demon
I be juugin', I be steady schemin'
I'm a Blxxdy boy 'cause at night, I be creepin'
Sellin' souls, soul, pimpin'-pimpin' hoes with the bros
Fit all black, bitch, I'm feelin' like a crow
Shinin' bright, bitch, I glow
I'm a iced-out n***a, you already know
[Outro: 4jay]
Black Money Boyz Deathrow, fuck n***a up