[Intro: G.T.]
Shit on the floor, man
Brrt
Know when I do that, what time it is, though
Gotta remind myself go hard, man, n***as can't fuck it up (Yeah, c'mon)
What up, Baby?

[Verse 1: G.T.]
Everybody tellin' me what to do with my money
I'm blowin' money fast, I be with Lil Meech Dozen (What up, Mimi?)
Ask yourself what would you do for the money? (What would you do?)
Stopped worryin' 'bout myself, helped the crew get some money (All of 'em)
Smoked a pound, poured a pint, now I look Japanese (Japanese)
Flight to Cali, me and Crowns, that's another hundred G's
Hit LA, Benji and Baby Money throwin' up the C's (Crip)
Can show you how that money grow on trees, rake the leavеs (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Do the dash in the drop (Skrrt, skrrt)
You know what it is, you don't get no pass, you an opp
Wе might start extortin' n***as, make a n***a pay to cop (For real)
Lil' n***as quick to tell, you know we don't play with cops (12)
This watch came with a chopper, n***a, with no stock (Yeah)
Left with a bag for a low number, n***a gon' save a lot
I'm drinkin' on some Tris today, n***as ran out of Wock'
I'm rockin' Louis V today, tomorrow, I'ma do the 'Wop (No cap)

[Chorus: G.T.]
My bitch told me get a bag, fuck these n***as (Yeah)
I can't stop grindin' 'til I'm worth like eight figures (I can't)
Big bag, I could put on eight n***as (Yeah)
You a fake n***a, man, I can't be gang with you
My bitch told me get a bag, fuck these n***as (Yeah)
I can't stop grindin' 'til I'm worth like eight figures (Up, up)
Big bag, I could put on eight n***as (N***a)
You a fake n***a, man, I can't be gang with you
[Verse 2: Baby Money]
Stop fuckin' with them small guys, Bentley with the frog eyes
Bitch gon' fuck one of my n***as, bitch, we all got it
And we don't wear them type of jeans, they got small pockets
I need a n***a right behind me if I fall backwards
These n***as is all cappin', my n***as is all trappin'
And everybody got VV's and we ain't all rappin'
This Demon only got one seat, I don't need a passenger
Come and kill a n***a team, turn into a massacre
Switches on my Glock, fully on my chop, I like that
Scope on the chopper, when I Skype, you n***as Skype back
Put VV's on her heart, when I hurt her, that's her icepack
Once we move the bag, you get a bag, fuck a price tag
If you really love this bitch, then why she in my mentions?
These n***as said they touchin' dope, but never in the kitchen
Gucci bucket hat on, I ain't tryna see these n***as
Plus the long Gucci trenches, n***as think I'm goin' fishin', easy money

[Chorus: G.T.]
My bitch told me get a bag, fuck these n***as (Yeah)
I can't stop grindin' 'til I'm worth like eight figures (I can't)
Big bag, I could put on eight n***as (Yeah)
You a fake n***a, man, I can't be gang with you
My bitch told me get a bag, fuck these n***as (Yeah)
I can't stop grindin' 'til I'm worth like eight figures (Up, up)
Big bag, I could put on eight n***as (N***a)
You a fake n***a, man, I can't be gang with you (Gang, can't be gang)