[Intro]
Flea!

[Chorus]
You play with my gang and it's up n***a
Ain’t bout the money, ight, I'ma fuck with ya
N***as be lame, I don't fuck with ’em
Stay with the gang, I'm stuck with 'em
N***as be hating, what's up with 'em
You wasn't fuckin' with Phil back then, he get money, now you wanna fuck with him
What, weirdo, I get the money, dinero
N***as hating, I don't care though
I see your pockets, zero
It ain’t bout money then it won’t impress me, Benjamin Franklin my bestie
My pockets fat and his pockets on empty, and I don't fuck with too many

[Verse]
Retarded, n***as say I go retarded
Run up on me, you retarded
Bro got the choppa and park it
I got a lot on my mental
I was posted in the darkness
I had to run up a bag, wait
I ain’t really have an option
Ain't bout money, what you talkin' for
I ran it up, what you walkin' for
Talkin’ money, okay, talk some more
Said he want smoke, oh, sure
How you want beef, you poor
And you in love, with a whore
She eat the dick, like s'mores
I'm with the gang like we going on tour
Got on my flight and I landed in-, wait
I ain't even land yet
I need a damn check
You is a lame, I stamped it
I just lost count, damn it
I'm tryna hop out a phantom
Run up and my brother shoot, and one
All these n***as is my damn sons
Oh you got robbed, and what
[Chorus]
You play with my gang and it's up n***a
Ain't bout the money, ight, I'ma fuck with ya
N***as be lame, I don't fuck with 'em
Stay with the gang, I'm stuck with 'em
N***as be hating, what's up with 'em
You wasn't fuckin' with Phil back then, he get money, now you wanna fuck with him
What, weirdo, I get the money, dinero
N***as hating, I don't care though
I see your pockets, zero
Ain't bout money then it won't impress me, Benjamin Franklin my bestie
My pockets fat and his pockets on empty, and I don't fuck with too many