[Frank V - Verse 1:]

[Chorus:] 4x
Fill up the bag homeboy
Don't nag I want the money
Some beer and a pack of Zig-Zags

[Lil' Rob - Verse 2:]
Who's getting out, getting out
Lil' Rob is running now
Just put the cuete to his head like (?)
When in doubt don't even attempt it
I'm here to make some money
Not to get arrested
You think I wanna live my fucking life behind those walls
Rather be outside when duty calls
Make booty calls
You know what I mean it's kinda hard being the money fiend
But everybody is ain't that a funny thing
Without the feria shit you can't be happy homes
And without the fucking money you probably can't be home
Unless you wanna hear some shit that you don't wanna hear
Make you wish to God that you didn't have no ears
Slam the door behind you
Leave your women all in tears
Call up the homeboys
"Ey, homie let's go have some beers"
"Then later maybe we can pull a robbery"
Having no money bothers me
I'll make my money any way that I possibly can, esé
[Chorus:] 4x
Fill up the bag homeboy
Don't lag I want the money
Some beer and a pack of Zig Zags

[Royal T - Verse 3:]

[Chorus:] 4x
Fill up the bag homeboy
Don't nag I want the money
Some beer and a pack of Zig-Zags