[Verse 1: Lucky Seven]
Uh, yo
Money spillin’ outta my pocket like liquid gold
I kiss the road after bein’ on tour, I’m home
Supreme x Louis on my hips, make her lips gooey
At Bloomie’s, colors like Looney Tunes, that shit screwy
I pulled the tooly, like shit was cooly
Ha, right? They caught me moody
I couldn’t keep my cool inside, I
I hope they all die and catch bullets that leave you crippled
I elevated, used to cheese and grits too
My whole team official
I told Kamesha it’s cool
I’ll make a million, just to keep Christina in school
When I release this missile, it’s on
I’m piecin’ the clues
It ain’t that hard, it’s money comin’ season, it’s due
It ain’t funny if ya money funny, speak to your crew
Broke n***** in a weak clique, the weakest is you
Lucky Seven keep her, she thick, she eatin’ her food
Bad yellow jawn follow me ‘round like Pikachu

[Chorus: Lucky Seven & Benny the Butcher]
I want the money, money, money, money
I want the money, money, money, money
If you want it, come and take it from me
It’s all the money, money, money, money
Get your fetti up, just to ball y’all (Uh, yeah, yeah)
Just to ball hard (Butcher comin’, n****! Ah)
Get your fetti up, just to ball y’all (What up, Luck? Getcha money up, n*****)
Just to ball hard
[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]
Yo, I woke up with a hangover, then I got back to business
This between me and you, I done shot cats for listenin’ (doot doot doot)
I bought lashes, fake asses
Copped contacts for bitches
I need high stacks and contacts
With contract extensions
Your homies supposed to be proud
That’s fraudulent, n**** (That’s fake)
His bitch pop in my CD, he start a argument with her
No blue and whites, nah, they had to send the sergeants to get us
That’s why we closed all the traps, and opened offices, n**** (Ah)
I made six figures clean, and made six figures pitchin’ (Whoa)
The difference is, when it’s clean you got more confidence spendin’, uh
The feds’ll seize your whip if you ride with a block in it
They make it a police car, and put a siren on top of it (Damn)
I’m still ballin’ like Deshaun Watson, John Stockton (Uh huh)
I really pushed weight like Ahmed Johnson, n****
My West Coast connect ‘bout to buy Compton

[Chorus: Lucky Seven]
Just to ball hard
I want the money, money, money, money
I want the money, money, money, money
If you want it, come and take it from me
It’s all the money, money, money, money
Get your fetti up, just to ball y’all
Just to ball hard
Get your fetti up, just to ball y’all
Just to ball hard
Get your fetti up, just to ball y’all
Just to ball hard