[Intro]
(Tay Keith, fuck these n***as up)

[Verse]
Fuck the ho with a rubber, she can't fake a baby
Did shit on my own, so they can't say they made me
Two-hundred on dash, I be driving it crazy
If a n***a still broke, then his ass just lazy
I'm wrapped in green like my last name Tatum
I was up a whole hundred 'fore I signed to a label
Rock Dior CD like I don't got cable
Ain't in love with no bitch, I'm in love with the paper
My trap spot be jumpin', I beef with the neighbors
If you save up your money, I bet it'll save you
My daddy was there, but my grandaddy raised me
Went and copped me a 'Cat when I wrecked the Mercedes
In my hood, I'm the one like I'm Tracy McGrady
I'm moving exotic like crack in the '80's
Pop out, fly as hell, I be dripped in the latest
Grown money, can't play with no kids
Lil' n***a stand on big business
Any n***a move wrong, bro wicked
Yeah, they say we ain't gettin' money, they trippin'
Stupid check, bank account looking silly
I'm getting money, my ho looking different
Circle close 'cause these n***as be switching
Knew it would happen like I'm with the Simpsons
I done spent a whole lot of racks on my chains
Same from the trenches, I won't never change
My brother 'nem know I got love for the gang
I bust up a Rollie and still bought a plain
I don't fuck with new n***as, I'm stayin' in my lane
I ain't claiming no set, so don't ask what I bang
You can go ask my hood I was lit 'fore the fame
I had touched me a hundred 'fore I bought a chain
Peanut butter seats in the Rolls Royce
You can get rich or stay broke, that's your choice
Amiri jeans stuffed with ten, each pocket all four
Signed a deal, bought a couple bags, now we all up
We done set the trends, all the other n***as follow us
Money too long, really used to ride the Marta bus
Stack to the top, ain't no other n***as topping us
I would rather bust, I ain't really tryna fuss