[Intro]
(E-E-E-Enrgy made this one)
Feel me? Let's talk about money, n***a
These n***as be talkin' too much 'bout that other shit, n***a
I don't know 'bout that
Yo'

[Verse]
Came out the trap with a brace on
Limp to the Benz, why the fuck would I race y'all?
Bitch in the back tryna top, let her face off
I'm countin' bands, switchin' lanes, tryna chase God
I just left the bank with M's
When you get this money, you don't need no friends
Bustin' off the top, I don't need no pen
Smokin' out the pound, I don't need no tens
Tints hella dark in this Aston
Been mad far since the jump, can you splash it
Can't love a thot, I remain old fashion
Talkin' on the 'Gram, but won't bring no action, yo'
If you a bitch, then I'm taxin'
Go bring my ten 'hind the fence, bring the packs in
No, I'm not rich, but my diamonds is flashin'
You n***as hate 'cause you can't get no cash in, uh
Bro hit the stands, go forty
Ain't no more pain in this range, oh lordy
Came with a brain, man, I love your shorty
Ain't Santa Claus, but I think she naughty, uh
We could put your mans on the news
Spend a couple bands on these damn Prada shoes
Diamonds really swimmin', yeah, they ran on the cruise
Aquafina drippin', how the fuck could I lose? I can't
Don't got no one to thank
I just hopped in my bag and made sure my fam ate all day
What the fuck can you say, n***a? Tell me
I'm smokin' loud, you can smell me, you should
I'm good, I'm hood
You been mad, but it's all understood, we straight
Thank God he good
In a Jag, I'm on the damn interstate, uh
Jolly Rancher in my Faygo, Daygo
N***as know they never really play though, hate though
Fuckin' count the bands in your face, ho', I do it
N***as, they talk, but don't go through it