[Chorus: FMB DZ]
I'm a bag boy, I'm a thrust lord
I'm a gorilla, fast money motherfuckin' boys (Ayo, Steery, cook it up)
I'm, I'm a bag boy, I'm a thrust lord
I'm a gorilla, motherfuckin' Money Fast Boyz

[Verse 1: Skeechy Meechy]
I say, "Baby, I'm just rich (Yeah, yeah), I ain't get this shit on accident" (No, no)
Five hundred pounds every two weeks, this shit be happenin' (Damn)
The plug said, "You want a grow house," the day I tapped in (For real)
Fs on the GT, they can't see me unless they asked twin
Lil' bro wanna kill for me, I just asked when (Grrah)
I'm super tapped in, I'm a thrust lord (Lord)
Who was puttin' tuna fish in the Honda Accord
I was ridin' Bentley, win race, talkin' to the Moors
My unc' the grand sheep, still get em' ten a ki' (What now?)
Watch how you move, wrong move, get your ass delete (Bah)
This shit ain't RP, ten thousand RIPs (Ooh)
Flower satin, put em' on my wrist, ain't got no vase on me

[Verse 2: FMB DZ]
Hmm, I'm with the mob and I can't switch sides
Hmm, you play with us, it's blood and fish fries
All our pieces thirty bands or better, what the fuck is you sayin'?
My young n***a pull up and shoot at whoever, better watch out for that van
Better watch out for that yeah, all that playin', n***a better duck they head
You ain't get in when it was time to slide, I'ma assume you scared
I can't have no shaky n***as ridin', that's how n***as get buried
Told my bitch, "I'm in love with this money, I'll never get married"
I'm a P-Rock n***a on the Eastside, sellin' Ps for seven
I be with the steppers 'cause I ain't have no weapon, I don't know what happened
N***as got on who? Got on what? You n***as know I'm pressin'
I fell in the club by myself and took over the section (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
[Verse 3: Duckpin]
I'm up again, I don't think they got enough to fuck with him (Huh)
All this money put up, if I count it, might be up an M, it's been a minute (Been a minute)
Call me Mr. Screw 'cause I been swimmin' in it (Woo)
Lost two hundred thousand but stuck with it, now I'm winnin' with it (Winnin' with it)
Yeah, they know my style, we get 'em gone before they touch (Before they touch)
Ayy, I'm rich as fuck, bitch, I done sold more ice than Hutch (More ice than Hutch)
Yeah, don't say too much, they see my wrist, they know I'm up (They know)
Yeah, and any bitch who see me with, you know I fucked (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Mr. Hit the Road For Real, I do this shit like every week (Every week)
Mr. Lock Down any City, I get them bitches very cheap (Word)
Can't believe they killed my n***a Tox, so may he mob in peace (Rest in peace)
You already know I pay my dues and I got my receipts (I got my receipts)
We ready to kill somebody right now, bitch, we could go to war (Go to war)
Ayy, I want that boy so bad, I gave him a quarter more (Yeah)
Ayy, I dump that shit the next day and they order more (They order more)
Ayy, I told that n***a I give him eighty or the four (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 4: Skeechy Meechy]
Fast money, you know we ain't budgin' 'less it's cash money ('Less it's cash money)
Bitch, who? We ain't worried 'bout him, he ain't stamp nothin'

[Chorus: FMB DZ]
I'm a bag boy, I'm a thrust lord
I'm a gorilla, fast money motherfuckin' boys
I'm, I'm a bag boy, I'm a thrust lord
I'm a gorilla, motherfuckin' Money Fast Boyz