[Intro: "Freeway" Ricky Ross]
Put that money to work
Make it grow
Make it multiply
Money is key, money is key (Money is key)
Got to get my ends on something
(I won't holler)

[Verse 1: Jay Worthy]
You out of line then you finna get D.P.'d
Just off G.P., you know how the streets be
I'm at HQ, just like Key-key
Just like G.B., catch me out with G.G
Fuck a fade, we ain't doing no head up
N* I ain't 18, we ain't at heads up
Be a problem, pump a n* with the lead stuff
Westide Rosewood, shit could get real rough
Talk tough and we'll see when the guns out
Re-up on a new path what my funds about
Young hoes, stay quiet, no loud mouth
Speak when you're spoken to, otherwise stay down
Hey, I'm in the game like G-down
PGO style, you know when the P around
Ten toes man, I keep something real proper
So if she not a bad bitch, I probably won't holler
[Chorus: Jay 305]
She ain't a bad bitch, I probably won't holler (Won't holler)
You ain't talking cash then I probably won't holler (Won't holler)
If it's average, I probably won't holler (Won't holler)
I'm about my money, I'm about my dollars (Yup)
She ain't a bad bitch, I probably won't holler (Won't holler)
You talking average, I probably won't holler (Won't holler)
You talking cash, I probably will holler
Get your game on the level of mine (Game on the level of mine)

[Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni]
Waking up early, going to sleep late
Selling weight, the boss, its grams to cheapskates
Mixing up heroin, had it on three plates
Showed up looking like I won some sweepstakes
Everyday, dodging the law and known snakes
Family saying 'son, you need to pump brakes'
Nah I can't wait, I got shit to do
Tell my employees, chop chop we got shit to move
I used to ride by the big cribs and get depressed
Like what it's gone take, how much dope I gotta stretch?
Then I got a connect and shit changed
Got my hustle skills from family and RJ (RIP)
Meeting with my transporter at the hotel
So they can take it to Canada without getting trailed
Cause border patrol was on my motherfucking head
Fucking with me everyime I came through, asking how I get this bread (How you get this money?)
[Chorus: Jay 305]

[Verse 3: Jay 305]
Get your game little homie, get your game up
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Back in 05, n* was getting rich off of stress
Stretched out, taking losses, hitting licks we could bare
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Got a text from my ex-bitch, Sandra
Slid her raw, caught her trying to poke holes in condoms
She want boss, Barbados where you can find him
VVS diamonds, no lying, back to Sandra
Sucking dick like a sea monster
Fine ass only fuck with ballers, got some real hustle though
Real hustle hoe, that's why I even fucked the hoe
Got her ass 12, she came back with 24
I'm a real n* player in the field n*
White tee, groom groom, still willing to kill n*
Just trying to live n*
Fucking with my timing
Trying to get this money through this rhyming