[Intro]
Ay ay ay ay
Yeah whoa whoa
Ay

[Verse 1]
I'm the money man
Right wrist a hundred bands
Left wrist two hundred please
Bagging hoes, my expertise
Yeah you looking good
But you lookin better on your knees
When I drop the top
I press the button on my Bentley keys (ay)
* double G (yuh)
Tats all on my sleeve (yuh)
She don't wanna leave (yuh)
Let me sleep in peace (yuh)
My n***a's rob big B's
Like they little tee's (yuh)

[Chorus]
Never solo in the cut, I be toted up (ay)
Told my bitch "drop out of school, I could hold you up" (ay)
Keep on running that lil' mouth, we gon' fold you up (ay)
Bitch we booted up (ay)
Talking zooted up (ay)
[Verse 2]
Them lil dogs don't want shit with this Bentley coupe (skrt)
Got your bitch in the back, hit the booty dude (ay)
She off a perc or two (ay)
I'm finna work a move (ay)
Keep a five, when I slide, shout out to the drive (skrt skrt skrt)
Call out *, call out J, when its time to ride (gang gang)
Keep a four-five, keep a four-five (ay)
Dripping sticky icky, just like a bee hive (ay)
And I might cop a crib by the seaside (fo real)

[Chorus]
Never solo in the cut, I be toted up (ay)
Told my bitch, "drop out of school, I could hold you up" (ay)
Keep on running that lil' mouth, we gon' fold you up (pussy)
Bitch we booted up (ay)
Talking zooted up (ay)