[Intro]
Georgie

[Chorus: Unit]
Run to the money so fast like I play track n***a
This beam [?] on yo ass you might get whacked
The word it jus' came in you might get taxed
Everything is 100 n***a that ain't no cap

Everything that I say I spit straight facts
Have you ever made 10,000 dollars shootin' craps
Have you ever made 10,000 dollars sellin' brack
If that work ain't comin' in right then I sell it back

[Verse 1: Bags]
Ain't no cap on my bankroll, you better do your research
We invest in french fries, you know them RIP shirts
Got a bad lil bitch, who sleep in my t-shirt
She said it smell like dirty money, I fuck around and [?] her
I'm in the game like EA, I ain't slept in three days
[?] got me on replay, Tell that shorty back in
Then hit it from the back end
You mus' ain't heard that pack in
So you know them racks in
[?] with the racks
[?] my first name dollar signs
Don't give me that dope I ain't comin' back
My shooters on go, they sleep with them straps
You sleep on the floor, you eat with the rats
Run to the money so fast like I ran track n***a
Them guns go blat n***a
Get to pushin' [?] back n***a
[Chorus: Unit]
Run to the money so fast like I play track n***a
This beam [?] on yo ass you might get whacked
The word it jus' came in you might get taxed
Everything is 100 n***a that ain't no cap

Everything that I say I spit straight facts
Have you ever made 10,000 dollars shootin' craps
Have you ever made 10,000 dollars sellin' brack
If that work ain't comin' in right then I sell it back

[Verse 2: NoCap]
I might catch a murder cause I'm always on my homie side
Wake up talking to the devil at night, I pray to God
NoCap ain't going fishing, why the hell he keep a rod
Drive all the way to Cincinnati, just to pull a fraud
Yeah I hit my knees, jus' send my dog the elbow
Yeah I fuck with C's
Couple n***as round me bang elmo
Free my n***as in the field, them crackers turned my n***as to scarecrows
Selling key like selling rock is on me, he want me to call him melo
They [?] put bags on the interstate, I ain't talking lucky
We know that money bring a lot of hate, we still love it
Droppin' 23 for the bag but I don't wear Michael J's now
In the trap like Marshawn Lynch I hope the narcs don't raid us
[Chorus: Unit]
Run to the money so fast like I play track n***a
This beam [?] on yo ass you might get whacked
The word it jus' came in you might get taxed
Everything is 100 n***a that ain't no cap

Everything that I say I spit straight facts
Have you ever made 10,000 dollars shootin' craps
Have you ever made 10,000 dollars sellin' brack
If that work ain't comin' in right then I sell it back

[Verse 3: Rated]
Everyday I wakeup run straight to the racks
Yeah I'm running to the money so fast, I know where it's at
The plug told me when it's gon' land and I go catch
Them bands come in like the lottery, [?] taxes
Young n***a ball hard and I ain't even go to practice
I swear a young n***a ball so hard, these n***as start hackin'
When them bodies start droppin' people be asking what happened
N***as get shit poppin' then go collect the back end
Don't get caught in my hood you might get clapped
You might get robbed, you fuck around and get kidnapped
I'm running to the money so fast that ain't no cap
Pull up and do [?] that's where we at

[Chorus: Unit]
Run to the money so fast like I play track n***a
This beam [?] on yo ass you might get whacked
The word it jus' came in you might get taxed
Everything is 100 n***a that ain't no cap
Everything that I say I spit straight facts
Have you ever made 10,000 dollars shootin' craps
Have you ever made 10,000 dollars sellin' brack
If that work ain't comin' in right then I sell it back