[Intro]
(BandPlay)
Uh, ayy

[Chorus 1]
Money comin', money goin'
Bitches, bitches, hoes, hoes
South Memphis n***a, nine foreigns
Sneak dissin,' ain't no time for it
Hood rich, rockin' Tom Ford, baby choppa like 5'4
Count guap, it got my thumbs sore
Copped another watch 'cause I was bored (Yeah)
I got money runnin' through my pores
Yeah I'm up, but I want some more
Yeah I'm up, check the scoreboard, I get money like it was a chore (Lil' bitch)

[Post-Chorus]
I got voices in my head, keep on sayin' "Boy, let's get it"
I got bitches on my dick, and I got n***as in my business
I got Wock Wock in my kidneys and I piss all on your feelin's
I got the double R truck now I want the one with no cеilings (Ya feel me?)

[Verse 1]
I been gettin' so much money, don't know what to do with it
I been countin' so much monеy my head just start spinnin'
And speakin' of spinnin', my young n***a just did it
No cap, I'm ballin' out, they like "Glock, you wicked"
I been sippin' so much Wock, like motherfuck my kidneys
I just pulled up in a yellow schoolbus, but no kids in it
Courtside on the floor, sippin' on a four, watchin' the Grizzlies
[Bridge]
Money comin', money goin', got rich off of streams and tourin'
Yeah, ballin' like the Final Four, got bitches tryna make a porn
Ex bitch talkin' 'bout she torn, had to leave on her like a forest
Think about money when I yawn, yeah, its on my mind every mornin' (Bitch)

[Verse 2]
I jump up out the bed, gettin' to the bread, middle fingers to the feds (Yuh)
Pay you in the red, choppas on your head, now a n***a is (Shh)
I ain't gotta say it, why would I say it? N***as know I ain't playin' (Yuh)
I'm already playin' with her bag, I ain't playin' 'round with them (N***a)
I barely trust my fam', n***a, I pull up they're like "Damn," n***a
Hundred racks on a Ram, n***a, in the choppa with a hundred rounds, n***a
Yeah the choppa little but it sound bigger, these n***a hoes just sound killa
Can't get to steppin' like Pam, n***a (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus 2]
Money comin', money goin'
Bitches, bitches, hoes, hoes
South Memphis n***a, nine foreigns
Sneak dissin,' ain't no time for it
Hood rich, rockin' Tom Ford, baby choppa like 5'4
Count guap, it got my thumbs sore
Copped another watch 'cause I was bored (Lil' bitch)

[Post-Chorus]
I got voices in my head, keep on sayin' "Boy, let's get it"
I got bitches on my dick, and I got n***as in my business
I got Wock Wock all in my kidneys and I piss all on your feelin's
I got the double R truck now I want the one with no ceilings (Ya feel me?)