[Intro]
AJ, what you cookin’?
Aye, aye, aye, aye, what?
Aye, aye, aye, aye, look

[Verse 1: J. Lock]
They want the money talk
Fuck it so I give ‘em money talk
I hopped in the Benz like Tony Stark
The chain blingin' on me a sunny walk
I'm big, but they try to little dog
‘Til they hop in the cage it's a Rottweiler
A little actions and a lot of talk
Man, you n***as a whole bunch of Marty Mars
Man, listen, man, I fell in love with this shit
Keep it a band, can't love me a bitch
Lies if you heard I'm cuffin’ a trick
Fuck shawty wanna cuddle and shit
Hoe so you know I'm duckin’ a kiss
Still she can come and suck on this-
Told her, “pleasе, make it fast and quick”
She said, “why you in a rush and shit?”
You know what it is

[Chorus: J. Lock]
Money, monеy
Money, money (woo)
Money money
Money, money (woo)
Get to the, get to the bag and shit
Get to the bag and shit
Get to the, get to the bag and shit
Get to the bag get to the bag need that
Money, money
Money, money (woo)
Money money
Money, money (woo)
Get to the, get to the bag and shit
Get to the bag and shit
Get to the, get to the bag and shit
Get to the bag get to the bag, n***a don’t miss
[Verse 2: Finesse2Tymes]
Nah, I ain't gone say I'm the G.O.A.T
But I'm dope, came in on a boat
Half mill on my neck, I’m a soap
Anti social made a million and spoke
I ain't talkin unless it's ‘bout some money
Fuck beef ‘cause these n***as baloney
I pray to God I don't see the opp
‘Cause lord knows I’ma shoot the whole 100
Check they reaction subliminal caption
It's crazy ‘cause now I’m a target
A year ago they hung me up like a hanger and left me inside of the closet
I teach this git's how to come up from nothin’
They don't wanna listen they clutchin’ and bustin’
These n***as ain't comin’ up in my discussion
For every action, it's a repercussion

[Chorus: J. Lock]
Money, money
Money, money (woo)
Money money
Money, money (woo)
Get to the, get to the bag and shit
Get to the bag and shit
Get to the, get to the bag and shit
Get to the bag get to the bag need that
Money, money
Money, money (woo)
Money money
Money, money (woo)
Get to the, get to the bag and shit
Get to the bag and shit
Get to the, get to the bag and shit
Get to the bag get to the bag, n***a don’t miss
[Verse 3: J. Lock]
I been really on the scene
Really I’m a bag fiend
Dr. Seuss, I don't mind every thing green
As long the ham come with cheese
I came from nothin’, man, I had to leave
Pops, he was drunk, couldn't stand on his feet
Man, it was tough, couldn't get sleep
Now first class gettin’ Z's, man goddamn
Country n***a from the ‘Sip side
Now the boy slidin’ like damn
Man, I'm hotter than a fish fry
Yeah, the boy slidin’ like damn
Swear I'm not goin’ back, lay it on the mat, Bigelow Bam
Only thing on my mind, really all the time is that

[Chorus: J. Lock]
Money, money
Money, money (woo)
Money money
Money, money (woo)
Get to the, get to the bag and shit
Get to the bag and shit
Get to the, get to the bag and shit
Get to the bag get to the bag need that
Money, money
Money, money (woo)
Money money
Money, money (woo)
Get to the, get to the bag and shit
Get to the bag and shit
Get to the, get to the bag and shit
Get to the bag get to the bag, n***a don’t miss