[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Honey counting a hunnid stacks with her titties out
I’m smokin' to this nine-foot window, plotting on locking these cities down
I'm talkin' plural, more than one town, I got one
I need to get three more now, and control the whole grid
Gotta make it real somehow
Four-mill’ worth of automobiles in front my house, bitches know a n***a
If I say its going down, you can wait right here for it to fall from the clouds
You have no idea what I been through, pay the cost to be this
Boss n***a, you see bitch, so make room, nevermind
I got walk in closets in my crib, twice this size
With all kinds of deadstock Jordans locked inside
Real music lasts forever, this is how we never die

[Verse 2: Trademark Da Skydiver]
The hardest n***as spittin', we the trillest crew in it
Jet set muhfucka, we been at it for a minute
No L's on the record a few W's pending, translation we winnin', n***a
Dropping cash on whatever fast, I ain't tripping watch me make it back
Spit some bars on a track, in return I get some racks
Stacks on stacks on stacks, Polo slacks on slacks on slacks
With the socks and the shirt to match, cool-cat with my bucket hat
Chill New Orleans n***a getting figures, bitches fuck with that
I'm coolin' out in Harlem, nine-eleven, where my hustlers at
Laying in the trap, rollin' sour out the pack
Posted right in front of 50 with the loud, I know you hear me
Hollaback some other time, not right now, I'm on my grind
I want whats mine, and that includes what I been due, I'm overdue for dollar signs
Diamond in the rough, but fuck it, still I shine
Draped in the finest threads Ralph Lauren designed
[Verse 3: Whizz]
You see me getting to the money, partner
I'm getting closer, n***a, closer, I'm running up it
The level growing, and it’s growing like a country crocket
We get that potent dropping, and the people steady copping
We keep it coming, and it’s coming like it’s never stopping
I get the road, the roller like construction in the open
I gotta plan a jet across the land, and over oceans
I’m seeing money bags up in my vision, like I’m loaded
That’s just how deep I’m in this shit, that money taking over
I think I’m going loony, give a fuck, I’m staying focused
It’s hocus-pocus bitch, like I’ve been whipping in the kitchen
I’m on the mission for big banking like the television
It’s higher definition up in every bar I mention
N***a first-class, you don't see me slipping on my shifting

[Verse 4: Young Roddy:]
I let my n***a smash, I don't save no bitch
But now I'm like, light up and blaze that, yeah
Momma say she want a n***a who stay on his shit
Uh, and if that ain't trill, then what you call that
Them hood hoes swear to God I'm hood rich
They tryin' to count my cash, girl, fall back
I'm killing them n***as, tell em go dig a ditch
And it was all good when it was all bad
Uh, my uncle done twenty-two flat
By the time he made it home, his little nephew was grown
With intentions to blow the fuck up, and put him on
So I'm steady, writing that ill shit, trying to make my meal ticket
Promethazine keep me tilting six-fifty
When the clock struck seven, I had seven grams of sticky
Uh, so when I'm in my zone, please don't tempt me
I'm close to the edge, so don't push me
Out