[Intro]
(Dubba-AA flexin’)
[?] put that shit up man
None of your pieces work n***a, none of them books work n***a
None of them pieces work n***a, none of your locs droppin’ n***a
Rest In Peace my grandpa, he had twenty seven kids
I hope our legacy live on, but I got mo’ money then him
I got money older than my grandpa, he dead
(This is the sound)
God forbid

[Chorus]
I got pieces, I got money in the stash (Hey, hey hey)
I got shit buried I forgot I had (Look at all that money)
I got old cash, spazzin’ on they ass (Look at all this cash)
I got old money (Ah, you mad)
I got new money, blue money (Yeah, new money)
I got mo’ comin’ (I got mo’ comin’)
I got blue hunnits’, new hunnits’ (And I’ma youngin’)
And I got old hunnits’

[Verse 1]
I got freak bitches (Aye), keep them fleek bitches
I got sweet bitches, I got three bitches
I got blue hunnits, I got pink fifties
You don’t know nothin’, because I don’t need witness
Keep these n***as out my face cause’ I am not friendly
Any n***a in my way, he gon’ fuckin’ get it
I just stashed all the cash right behind the building
Take my money makin’ babies, save it for my children
I just throw it in the savings and just keep livin’ (Keep livin’)
Ever since I was a baby, I was on a mission (I was on a [?])
Went and copped my own baby, I seen [?]
Y’all can keep on hatin’, I’m gon’ keep [?], aye
Ty
[Chorus]
I got pieces, I got money in the stash
I got shit buried I forgot I had
I got old cash, spazzin’ on they ass
I got old money
I got new money, blue money
I got mo’ comin’
I got blue hunnits’, new hunnits’
And I got old hunnits’

[Verse 2]
I just snapped me a Conrad
And now I’m splurgin’ all night, I’m sippin’ conyak (Damn)
I just fucked the city up, so I ain’t goin’ back no no
I ain’t goin back no mo’, you don’t want that (Aye)
I don’t wanna hit yo’ dope, cause’ I don’t smoke swapp
Hoe stop crackin’ with that pussy, know that shit bap
She tryna’ tease me with that pussy, it’s boutta get wacked (Aye)
I ain’t even gotta rhyme, I can mismatch (Hey, hey)
Pockets full of Benjamins, but they call me bill
Slangin’ still for the bill, kill for the bill
Had to sit for a lil’, they sent me up hill
I’m road runnin’ tryna’ make it back to the crib

[Chorus]
I got pieces, I got money in the stash
I got shit buried I forgot I had
I got old cash, spazzin’ on they ass
I got old money
I got new money, blue money
I got mo’ comin’
I got blue hunnits’, new hunnits’
And I got old hunnits’