[Chorus]
After I get my cash, my bag
Wait till' the young boy get wapped
Bet his family won't ever play after that
Bet they won't call my music trash
After the storm, I want more
Act like you ain't never seen me before
Pick my card, make a move, then I'm out
Real rich, so I got a hunnid blues in the pouch, (wooh)

[Verse 1]
Haters think I'm going dumb
I'm like Nick Cannon, I pull up with a drum
Move like Terretto
I put the pedal to the metal
If he wanna say something
Pull up on him at the red light, he ain't gon' say nothing
I'm a dope boy, so I get money
Haters gon' hate but they don't know what I do
'Cause I'll pull it out right in front of the jury
Put a bullet right in your jewelry, (pow)

[Chorus]
After I get my cash, my bag
Wait till' the young boy get wapped
Bet his family won't ever play after that
Bet they won't call my music trash
After the storm, I want more
Act like you ain't never seen me before
Pick my card, make a move, then I'm out
Real rich, so I got a hunnid blues in the pouch, (wooh)

[Verse 2]
After that, I get straight to the aftermath
Buss his friend one time, bet he can't handle that
Can he?
His girlfriend eat it like candy
Make him cripple walk like a granny
Bust his girlfriend, then use the chopper on his family
Think I used to keep it for protection
Now it comes in handy
If I see his song in my mixtape
I' ma turn into a critic
My cap fitted, Lil' boy think he with it
Wait until I hit him, yeah
Can't hate anymore, 'cause this verse finished

[Chorus]
After I get my cash, my bag
Wait till' the young boy get wapped
Bet his family won't ever play after that
Bet they won't ever call my music trash
After the storm, I want more
Act like you ain't never seen me before
Pick my card, make a move, then I'm out
Real rich, so I got a hunnid blues in the pouch, (wooh)

[Verse 3]
Yeah, we doin' this
I ain't got to her 'cause she smells like tuna fish
The rollout in all black, like Ludacris
Say we runnin' a race, put a bullet in his esophagus
Say he rich, that's preposterous
Jump you in the hood, like I spent time jumpin' hurdles
Make you do a backflip like I've been flippin' gerbils
I'm the only righteous one and the righteous don't panic
Look at the chain, it's the whitest known granite
Eat it up like IHOP
Walk into the store with Christian Louboutin hi-tops
Say you finna put it up, then why not?
Put a bullet in your teeth, then put one in your eye sock
I'm talking socket
Bullets run quick like a rocket
Can't talk any mo', 'cause now you falling
Look like Jeff Bezos when I make a deposit
You long for Gucci, but I rock it,(wooh)

[Chorus]
After I get my cash, my bag
Wait till' the young boy get wapped
Bet his family won't ever play after that
Bet they won't ever call my music trash
After the storm, I want more
Act like you ain't never seen me before
Pick my card, make a move, then I'm out
Real rich, so I got a hunnid blues in the pouch, (wooh)