[Verse 1: Chris Travis]
Neva subtractin', money keep addin'
Hidden in a rock like my fuckin' name Patrick
Down, up in Hollywood, man I need an actress
I'm a young n***a, but she older than my dad is
I'll break a bitch down, quicker than my gram shit
I'ont ever let down, n***a for my fam shit
Every time I touch down, hoes get to dancin'
Never worry because the bands comin' in advancement
Two holes deep in the coup, that's madness
Bitch I'm ova ya head, just like a fitted canvas
Bass hit hard, make me throw a temper tantrum
Smokin' Indica, baby dolls in the castle
Shut the club down if they ever give me hassles
For the rap game, since a youngin been a rascal
In the crack game, walkin' out wit' a handful

[Hook: Chris Travis] (x2)
Bank roll, bank roll
Blowin' up, centerfold
Hol' up, hol' up
Tell that ho gimmie tho
N***a's keep talkin' shit
Burn it down, hear me tho
Make the whole motherfuckin' world see my vision tho
Two hands up, make a n***a see the universe
[Verse 2: Chris Travis] (x2)
I'ont give a fuck 'bout nobody you can get the word
Mad cause your girl on me
Need to get at her
N***a's wanna go and get the flow, boy you better search
I'ont really care about no hoes, cause the money first