[Intro]
What you wanna do?
Yeah, TBG Gorilla Gang i'm Gee Money boo, aye
I make money moves
(Shoutout to Cardi man let me hit this bitch)

[Verse 1: Da Real Gee Money]
Lil n***a you can't fuck wit me, I got my paper up
Yeah I hear them n***as talking shit, they bet not play wit us
Most them n***as blew up from BR they was fake as fuck
When I blow my team blow thats what im trying to make it for
I dont know why he hating, guess he mad bout a bitch
All yall use to claim TBG, look how you n***as switched
How the fuck you got a bag if you always on my dick
I ain't trippin in that audi bitch I’m ballin I’m the shit
Came from the street I was stuck up in the trenches
Motherfuck a ‘vette, I just wanna get a Bentley
N***as hating on me, they dont wanna see me wit it
Sickest in my city, I dont got no competition
Pull up I’m thuggin forreal (Thuggin)
Did this shit without a deal (Forreal)
Talking shit you better chill (Chill Out)
Shooters pull up to yo crib (POW)
I got more cells then a jail (Yeah)
Hoes be messy as hell (Baby Momma)
I did this shit by myself (I did)
NBA i think im Steph (Ballin)
Wagon pull up in the hood (Vroom)
I dont fuck 'round with no rentals (never)
On the gram like you gettin money (forreal?)
All of these n***as pretenders (they lien)
Every day I wake up I be thinking bout a bag
Headed to the money got a n***a going fast
Pull up in the maro i was finna get a Jag
N***a tried to kill me got to hittin threw the glass
I ain't get shot his eyes must of been clothes
Same n***a did it n***a came for his soul
Solid till the end, never bend never fold
Pull up in a Benz, gettin it in on the road
[Chorus: Da Real Gee Money]
Street n***a, You can't fuck wit me if you wanted too
Run up on me like you stupid watch how quick you make the news
I ain't worried bout no n***a im just doing what i do
Ran that bag up in the trenches steppin in some bloody shoes (X2)