[Intro: Birdman & Drake]
Richer than the richest (Yeah)
More money, bitches
Coming to you live from (Haha)
The city of Houstatlantavegas
So what it do, young n***a? One hundred

[Verse 1: Drake]
I am on a 24-hour champagne diet
Spilling while I'm sipping—I encourage you to try it
I'm probably just saying that 'cause I don't have to buy it
The club owner supply it; boy, I'm on that fly shit
I am what everybody in my past don't want me to be
Guess what? I made it, I'm the motherfuckin' man
I just want you to see—come take a look
Get a load of this n***a, quit fronting on me
Don't come around and try and gas me up, I like running on E
I, I, I, I'm on my Disney shit: Goofy flow
On records, I'm Captain Hook, and my new car is Rufio
Damn, where my roof just go? I'm somebody that you should know
Gеt to shaking something, 'cause that's what Drumma produced it for
Yеs, I make mistakes that I don't ever make excuses for
Like leaving girls that love me and constantly seducing hoes
I'm losing my thoughts—I said, "Damn, where my roof just go?"
Top slipped off like Janet at the Super Bowl—I got 'em
[Chorus: Drake & Birdman]
They can't help it (They can't help it)
And I can't blame 'em (And I can't blame 'em)
Since I got famous (Since I got famous)
But, bitch! I got money to blow, getting it in
Letting these bills fall all over your skin
I got money to bluh-uh-ow-ow, uh-oh, oh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Uh-uh, oh, oh, I got—uh-uh, oh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I got money to bluh-uh-ow-ow, uh-oh, oh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Uh-uh-uh-oh, oh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Cash Money Millionaires, yeah
I got money to blow (Aw-aw! Yeah)

[Verse 2: Jet 2]
Well, I am on that pussy eatin' sour
Return her with the powder
White juicy liquid like she slipped in clam chowder
Wowsers, I swear she plays so hard
They gotta scout her
And I ain't got no checks
But I can make that ass bounce, uh
Excuse me, girl my name is Jet 2
And I'm a lyrical genius
And a n***a ain't got stacks to blow
But you could blow on my jeans, bitch
And a n***a flow like sea, and
Breathe fire like demon
Control the game like a zenith
She throw it back like a flea flick
And I just eat it on some sweet shit
Hold up
Now I ain't tryna rap for the stacks
If it happens to come from every single thing
That I ink, and
Girls treat me like I'm forever 21
And I ain't really old enough to drink yet
Then I guess it's cool, ha
Y'all ain't really ready for a n***a
Got a fetish for the bitches
Get the green like lettuce
Like relish for the bi-
Really, to be honest I'm a star, I'm a comet
And I'm out of this world with the flow
And I don't really care what them n***as
Bitches think 'cause I'm 'bout to have
That money to blow
Though I ain't known yet
And I got quite a few ways to go
So if I ain't the underdog, then I'ma play the role
Even though I'm quite far from typical
Gotta keep it movin' forward 'til I get the goal
Goal
[Chorus: Drake, Lil Wayne, & Both]
They can't help it (They can't help it)
And I can't blame 'em (And I can't blame 'em)
Since I got famous (Since I got famous)
But, bitch! I got money to blow, getting it in
Letting these bills fall all over your skin
I got money to blow, uh-oh, oh (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
Uh-oh, oh (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
Uh-uh, oh, oh (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
I got—uh-uh, oh (Ayy, ayy)
I got money to blow, uh-oh, oh (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
Uh-oh, oh (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
Uh-uh-uh-oh, oh (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Well, I get paid every 24 hours, money and the power
C—Come to V.I.P. and get a champagne shower
I don't have to worry because everything ours
And I got a big bouquet of Mary Jane's flowers—that kush
I promise, that's my dude, but we don't smoke that Reggie Bush
And I'm with two women—make you take a second look
We popping like champagne bottles, but we never shook
And we gon' be alright if we put Drake on every hook

[Chorus: Drake & Birdman]
They can't help it (They can't help it)
And I can't blame 'em (And I can't blame 'em)
Yeah, you under-dig?
Since I got famous (Since I got famous)
But, bitch! I got money to blow (Junior)
Getting it in (So fresh)
Letting these bills fall all over your skin (Drizzy Drake)
I got money to bluh-uh-ow-ow (Ayy, ayy, big mansions)
Uh-oh, oh (Ayy, ayy, popping bottles)
Uh-uh, oh, oh, I got—uh-uh, oh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Atlantic in the backyard
Got that money to bluh-uh-ow-ow (Ayy, ayy)
Jet-skis, jets, yeah
Uh-oh, oh (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
Uh-uh-uh-oh, oh (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, Pricele$$)
I got money to blow (Mula!)
[Outro: Birdman]
C-M-B, baby
Yeah
Just like that
Brrat!
Big money popping