[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Gucci Mane]
Ooh, yeah
MONY POWR RSPT, n***a
It's a money set, you know what I'm saying?
Everybody getting money, n***a (D-D-Danny Wolf)
Yeah, Pablo Juan (Wop)

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, potholes
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon' bust it
She thick as fuck, I'm lusting
I got her from my cousin
So what? 'Cause we don't love 'em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwoods smoking, it's fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jumped out the 'Bach
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four-door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Car got gadgets, my bitches got asses
Expensive glasses like I'm teaching class
Too fresh to take out the trash
Fresh to death, where is my casket?
I always stay with assassins
I'm always laced with the fashion
Teacher gave me an F, that's fantastic
VS diamonds on me, look how they flashing
Rocking Saint Laurent, I guess I be dabbin'
I got the Louis V Supreme collabin'
Bought a mansion way away like a cabin
Taking all my swag, I feel like your daddy
You a beggar, I'm a hustler
I'm the dealer, you the customer
Catch up, little n***a, I'm mustard
Smokin' the Backwoods, they coming from Russia
I ain't never really trust you
Knew I should've never trust you
You ain't real, you a buster
These n***as was always sus'
These n***as start snitching for nothing
These n***as wanna live by the gun
Guess what, you gon' get what you want
El Patrón, n***a, I want a ton
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Gucci Mane]
The money go where I go
Smoking on gelato
Foreign car swerving, potholes
Bad bitch, she from Chicago
She freaky, she gon' bust it
She thick as fuck, I'm lusting (Huh?)
I got her from my cousin
So what? 'Cause we don't love 'em (Go)
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back (Huh?)
Backwoods smoking, it's fat
Dressing like I got a sack
I pull up, jumped out the 'Bach (Huh?)
Bad bitch and her ass fat (Yeah, Wop)
Four-door coupe, it got a hatch
On the Xans, I might crash that

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
If I come by, lieutenant
Don't test, the water chilly
My pinky a quarter ticket
Had to grind smart to get it
Limited, exclusive edition
They waitin' in line to get it
That ain't your time, I did it (Huh?)
I didn't get a dime, a visit (No)
I been had the sauce, I'm drippin' (Drip)
'Fore I had a pot to piss in
My car just lost the ceilin' (Damn)
My girl just lost her feelin' (Huh?)
Gucci gettin' richer than richy (It's Gucci)
Bitches say Gucci saddity
She just did her ass and her titties
Well ,skeet on her face 'cause she pretty (Blegh)
I tell her, gone like the Road Runner
Might stash your phone number (Wop)
Ho get the wrong number
I'm stacking all winter (Huh?)
I'm stuntin' all summer (Yeah)
And I need a grown woman (Huh?)
'Cause I got grown money, Wop (Go)
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
The money go where I go (Money)
Smoking on gelato (Gelato)
Foreign car swerving, potholes (Pablo Juan)
Bad bitch, she from Chicago (Yeah)
She freaky, she gon' bust it
She thick as fuck, I'm lusting (She thick)
I got her from my cousin
So what? 'Cause we don't love 'em
Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back
Backwoods smoking, it's fat (It's fat)
Dressing like I got a sack (Ooh)
I pull up, jumped out the 'Bach ('Bach)
Bad bitch and her ass fat
Four-door coupe, it got a hatch (Hatch)
On the Xans, I might crash that (Skrr)