(Hook: Chrishan)
Got a fist full of ones
Throw it in the air
Got yo cup filled up
Throw it in the air
See some haters, see some haters
Take that finger
Throw it in the air
Throw it in the air

(Verse 1: Yung Spitta)
Uh-oh, it's goin' up, shawty get low
I'm in the club gettin' bent with my kinfolk
Student loans or the rent, whachya here fo'?
Got a fist full of 1s, 's what they hit fo'?
AOD or the KOD, you know its DOA and it's AOB
So what the move, what the motion is
I got two more on my promoter's list
You you and you meet me in the lobby
I want that menage, girl you know it's obvi
Tell these haters that they can't stop me
Hope they get the picture like the paparazzi
And Show them haters that waist training, comin' thru'
I run the city, yea I'm workin' on my fitness too
We bottle poppin' every time that I'm in town
Cuz I ball and like a ball, they gon' bring anotha round
Wassup
(Hook)

(Verse 2: Yung Spitta)
Tell 'em haters that we here and we bout it bout it
Landing strips is clear, shows is overcrowded
Yeah, whole city knowin' who I am
Young Ted Dibiase, million dolla man
Bottle in my hand, I'mma pour it up
Money in my otha hand, I'mma throw it up
I swear that what I gross is nasty
If you seen them numbers you'll start throwin' up
Tell these haters time to up the wagers
All I do is numbers like a pager
Probably wit a bad one like Topanga
Money in my hand, I'm throwin' up the finger
Man, I swear they hate I, make songs that cross ova like A-I
But I'm too above the rim, ballin' on 'em, girl we jumpin' out the gym
Wassup

(Hook) x 2