[Intro]
Damn, woah
Yeah
Yeah

[Chorus]
Chop out, block hot
Hit opps with the blacka
That bitch tried to cockblock
But I still fucked like "Ha, ha!"
I just love that money
Laugh to the bank some funny
Laugh to the bank some funny
Let's go make some money

[Verse]
Yeah there's only one of me
Everyone so proud of me
I feel like a prodigy
Inside of my Prada Jeans
On my way to get a milli
Shooter pull up and he gettin' silly
Diamond teeth so it's getting real chilly
You buggin' if you think you could kill me
Pop me a perc yeah, that's the real me
Get a bag in, yeah, like I'm reelin'
I couldn't tell you how I'm feelin'
You wouldn't get na how I'm feelin'
Sometimes I think way too much
So I take a double cup and I fill it
Screw loose think I need a Phillip
Playin' with drums feel like J Dilla
Need some I could be your dealer
2Advanced yeah no one realer
Ha, yeah, I fuck that bitch then I'm finna peel off
Designer shoes yeah these are not Fila's
Huh, huh, no, life moving so fast, but I feel slow
Yeah, I'm feeling slow as fuck
You wanna run down then I grab that Glock, yeah
And I'm finna buh buh
Shoot him and his friend I don't give a fuck
Shoot him and his friend I don't give a fuck, na
I just had to run up my bucks
I imagine it must suck
Cause they can't be like us
Old friends see me they like "Wassup?"
But I don't fuck with you anymore
You turned your back on me
When I was down bad and poor
So I'm not gone help you of course
Na, na, na
[Chorus]
Chop out, block hot
Hit opps with the blacka
That bitch tried to cockblock
But I still fucked like "Ha, ha!"
I just love that money
Laugh to the bank some funny
Laugh to the bank some funny
Let's go make some money

[Outro]
Let's go make money
Bitch I'm laughing to the bank
You would think that something funny
Let's go make some money
Let's go make some money
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go, let's go
Let's go
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah