[Intro]
You ain’t bangin’ a set you false claimin that shit
And my pistol possessed I’m not aimin’ that bitch
You ain’t bangin’ a set you false claimin that shit
And my pistol possessed I’m not aimin’ that bitch
You ain’t bangin’ a set you false claimin that shit
And my pistol possessed I’m not aimin’ that bitch
Money, more money, and swag
Black Money Boyz death row fuck n***a

[Verse 1]
I do hella black magic so I’m getting rich
If you try me you dying lying about shit
All designer my outfit this hoe cost a grip
He said he want beef his whole head getting split
I just snorted a 30 up off of her tit
Now I don’t wanna fuck and she throwing a fit
You ain’t banging a set you false claiming that shit
And my pistol possessed I’m not aiming that bitch

[Chorus]
Money more money and swag
I’m stuntin on n***as they mad
I’m stuntin on n***as they mad
You n***as is still doin bad
I’m stuntin on n***as they mad
I’m stuntin on n***as they mad
I’m stuntin on n***as they mad
[Verse 2]
N***as be frontin he a lame I swear I hate when n***as lie
N***as gone run up point blank hit
You won’t even get to cry
That bitch touchin on herself she hit my phone like "Jay come by"
Ion get why n***as trippin send my [?] You gone die
Playtime's over

[Chorus]
Money more money and swag
I’m stuntin on n***as they mad
I’m stuntin on n***as they mad
These n***as is still doin bad
I’m stuntin on n***as they mad
I’m stuntin on n***as they mad

[Outro]
Like you ain’t know?