[Intro]
Oh, yeah, yeah
Lonely
Lone (This is Cade, is it actually?)
Jewelry all on the mic n' shit

[Chorus]
Oh-oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, just get that money, and don't let it get you
Mi casa full of hundreds, oh, I'm running outta room
This bitch in my mind, oh, she sure in her room
My diamonds shimmer shine, oh, just like the moon (Yeah)
I like you and you, oh, I like you, and you too
But I ain't got no time for either one, no, neither onе of you (Damn)
And I ain't got no time for myself no more, that's what monеy do
I gotta go get rich to help my folks, lil' n***a, that's what I'm supposed to do
I got these racks for clothes and dope and cars, not hoes, lil' n***a, what's wrong with you?

[Verse]
I stay with my bro, because he keep a pole, he tote and he might blow at you
I wouldn't be surprised if that fuck n***a told, 'cause that's what rats supposed to do
I smoke thrax, 'cause that's what I'm supposed to do
Get a bag 'cause n***a, I'm 'posed to do
Stupid bitch, yeah, ain't no way I'm posting you
Lil' bitch I ball all day, just like Patrick Ewing
And I rocked your stars like Patrick, dude
I gotta watch my back and watch my moves
I know these n***as lame, they watchin' what I'm doing
And I know they hate 'cause they not paid in losing
Ace Boogie, bitch, I'm paid in full
In the trap bitch, I'm making money moves
On a iPhone, I make some money move
And in real life I make your bitch move
Yeah, these n***as making bitch moves, man
I make real plays, not on YouTube, man
I touch real bands just like YouTube, man
He keep crying, tell him shop at Boohoo, man
I get money doing what I'm 'posed to do
And you a broke n***a, you can't fool me, dude (Nah)
(Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
Oh-oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, just get that money, and don't let it get you
Mi casa full of hundreds, oh, I'm running outta room
This bitch in my mind, oh, she sure in her room
My diamonds shimmer shine, oh, just like the moon (Yeah)
I like you and you, oh, I like you, and you too
But I ain't got no time for either one, no, neither one of you (Damn)
And I ain't got no time for myself no more, that's what money do
I gotta go get rich to help my folks, lil' n***a, that's what I'm supposed to do
I got these racks for clothes and dope and cars, not hoes, lil' n***a, what's wrong with you?

[Outro]
Yeah