[Intro]
Yo Cochise, a weh dem a seh?
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
I've been runnin' to the racks, no way, oh (Nah, I got y'all fools this time), yeah
Heard these n***as talkin', no eight, yeah
I be getting caps, no 'saicin
I be coming in no place, look (Carlos is here, bullet)
Getting money, I might do it everyday (Yeah, yeah), yeah
Call me Mr. Carter, make me play, uh-huh, yeah
I'ma shoot up on 'em, like I'm Klay, uh-huh
Yoplait, uh-uh, no way, uh-huh (Oh wait)
Yeah, I'm gettin' to the money, I know, I know they hatin'
Cookin' on these n***as like I'm, I'm cooking bacon
I know that he stuntin', but I, I know he fakin'
Kola champagne with the jerk, I'm Jamaican
I'm not fly, I'm playin', I'm just sayin'
Stop the hatin', you not famous
Hold up, what's your name is? Pull up like an agent
Money Super Saiyan, pull up and I'm bakin' (Hit it)
Money comin' through and that's a rack, oh (That's a rack)
I be getting money, never lack, oh (I never lack)
N***a talking crazy, leave me blank, oh (Leave me blank, oh)
I'ma get the choppa, bring it back, oh (Bring it back, oh)
Getting money, you could never get it back, oh (Get it back)
Yeah, tell that boy to get my money back, oh
And my money coming through and it's attached, oh
I been running to the money, yeah, the racks, oh
N***as talkin' crazy, let me back up (Let me back)
But n***a bapanapa, n***a I got my racks up (Got my racks)
Getting this money, I ran it through with the Ricks
And when I pull up to the function they runnin' 'round like they cats
I'm getting money when it's sunny, I'm telling you to relax
Her booty shaped like a apple, ain't talking no Mac
Booty so big I need a whole map, yeah
Pull up to your crib, I'm taking all that, uh
Give me that, that (Hit it), that, and that
I done had to tell her I really don't do marriage (Yeah, yeah)
I be goin' wheel, I ain't talkin' 'bout a Ferris ('Bout a Ferris)
I be getting money, why y'all n***as so embarrassed? (So embarrassed)
I be getting money, all my n***as out in Paris
Drip on my body and you know it's from the rarest
Ain't nothin' wrong with you livin' with your parents
Posted on a strip and they thought I was a terrorist
Back from the strip, get the money just to double up, uh, yeah (Double up)
I be getting money, yeah, and it doubled up, uh, yeah (It doubled up, yeah)
Booty gettin' big, just like a Tonka truck, uh, yeah
Back it up, baby, like a dump truck, uh, yeah (Like a dump truck)
N***as talkin' crazy, then we bun him up, uh, yeah (Then we bun him up)
Choppa with the bricks, they finna bun him up, uh, yeah
Choppa hit his head, look like he hit 'em up (Look like he hit 'em up)
[Outro]
Now lemme end my verse