[Hook: Johnny Maycash]
The money came fast, now these n***as hate
I'm gon' get that cake, bitch I'm gon' get straight
I might fuck your ho so get her out my face
I catch her out there standin' every day
Now I check the bag, it filled with spaz of course
I'm only 19 bout to cop a Porsche
He say he flexin' but his money short
You fast as fire, need to go back where you started

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Ridin' in that mojo lowey
Pockets filled with hundred money
I am not no dummy dummy
Pistol hit your tummy tummy
And I got a tommy tommy
Glock 10 marked doin' bunnies bunnies
He want beef its funny funny
We come through, army army
All we see is running running
Guess what, I am blunted blunted
This shit smells like onions onions
Trae Cas Stacy be smokin' that funny funny, funny
Swear that shit ain't funny funny
3.5 in my blunted blunted
Let me get some top honey
Then I might just bone it bone it
Walk in the label, then I'm runnin' runnin'
I need my cash at this fuckin' moment
This is business, we is not no homies
Don't make me catch a fuckin' homie
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Johnny Maycash]
I drink mud n***a, hella mud n***a
I keep lotta pills just to keep me up n***a
That's the drug n***a, you ain't no drug n***a
You wish you was Swisher, I'm the plug n***a
Sosa n***a, with the 36 grams of the good n***a
I feel good n***a, I wish you would n***a
Bust a .30 pistol, ain't shit like Tiger woods n***a
They say they get money, he don't get money
Boy show me your pockets, can you stop this logic
These n***as broke, they ain't gettin' nothin'
Steady watchin' the money come and go
But my n***as be on it
Cash rule everything my n***a
You know that we want it

[Hook]