[Intro]
9

[Chorus: INK & Yo Gotti]
I want the money n***a, yeah yeah (me too)
I want the power n***a, yeah yeah (me too)
Hustle every hour n***a, yeah yeah (I am)
Do you see 'em doing it like this n***a, no no?
I want the money n***a, yeah yeah (me too)
I want the power n***a, yeah yeah (I do)
Hustle every hour n***a, yeah yeah (I am)
Do you see 'em doing it like this n***a, no no?

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I heard it's over for trap n***as, word to these rap n***as
Word to the internet, I've never been into that
I know n***as doing life sentences, some of 'em innocent (for real)
But they'll never tell on they man, where them n***as at?
Who came through in that drop heavy before the deal? Me
Who bought himself out of his contract for half a mil? Me
Who kept the streets alive? Me, who put his n***as on? Me
Who rode with you right or wrong? Me, and repped the streets in every song
I know Young when Meech was free, talk to Meek before DC
I dodged a life sentence, n***as so can't shit discourage me
Get me a big ol bag of money if you trying to encourage me
They say it cost to be the boss well you say I paid the fee, n***a
[Chorus: INK & Yo Gotti]
I want the money n***a, yeah yeah (I do)
I want the power n***a, yeah yeah (- Do)
Hustle every hour n***a, yeah yeah (I am)
Do you see 'em doing it like this n***a no no?
I want the money n***a, yeah yeah
I want the power n***a, yeah yeah (I do)
Hustle every hour n***a, yeah yeah (I do)
Do you see 'em doing it like this n***a no no?

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Walk in the studio and enter the booth, talk to the microphone (mic check)
Tell 'em about your life and about the shit you be standin' on (I am)
How you put your n***as up (I did), how you fucked a thousand bitches (true)
But you never leaving home (I can't do it)
Bitches is bitches and family is family, for real
Rappin' was cool but dope what was payin' the bills
Friends they hate, they frenemies, they're not your enemies
They really do like you, they hate, just envious energy
You know the power of money, the power of fame
Bitches fuck on a n***a (for real), knowin' he lame
Damn to say it ain't personal for the shoes and the purses
It's like we said in the verse, the money ain't worth it, I can't do it

[Chorus: INK & Yo Gotti]
I want the money n***a, yeah yeah (I can do it)
I want the power n***a, yeah yeah (Fo' real)
Hustle every hour n***a, yeah yeah (I am)
Do you see 'em doing it like this n***a, no no?
I want the money n***a, yeah yeah (I do)
I want the power n***a, yeah yeah (I do)
Hustle every hour n***a, yeah yeah (I am)
Do you see 'em doing it like this n***a no no?
[Interlude: Yo Gotti]
See it was like, when [we] first started with Cocaine Music 1, we was puttin' the CDs in sandwich bags and shit and like, pullin' up in n***as trap like right there... like-. I won't hire no more fuckin' street team, like the Street Team was me and my guys, you know what I'm sayin'. I'm jumping out giving n***as my shit, hand for hand, and I knew they had to repec' it. You know' [what] I'm sayin'. Then we went Cocaine Music 2, 3, 4, 4 and a half. Then we went CM 5, CM 6, CM 7. Then I said i was gon quit at CM 8. Then I came back, fuck it!

[Chorus: INK & Yo Gotti]
I want the money n***a, yeah yeah
I want the power n***a, yeah yeah
Hustle every hour n***a, yeah yeah
Do you see 'em doing it like this n***a, no no?
I want the money n***a, yeah yeah
I want the power n***a, yeah yeah
Hustle every hour n***a, yeah yeah
Do you see 'em doing it like this n***a, no no?

[Outro: Yo Gotti]
Ay, this CM 9 n***a let's go! Yo!
252 grams n***a
This shit may be over ya head or under ya head
They know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Weight it up, it's all there. Put the residue on that. We here. *Money Machine Rolling* Beep!