[Intro: sample & Tha God Fahim]
Yo, wazzup?
Yo, man, y'all biters! All your homeboys are biters!
Y'all wac—

Yo, check it (Yo, got that cash, n***a!)
Me and my n***a Heem Stogied [?] muh'fuckin' [?]
(Got that cash, me and my n***a Heem Stog, man! 'Bout to get that cash!)
[?] the last shit I was tryna tell 'em (Word)
Yo, check it, uh ([?])

[Verse 1]
Yo, what's the price on the drop?
Get me the shipment, bet I make that bag before I ever stop (I bet)
Ayo, I'm tryna get this fuckin' cash
All I trust is Allah, my forty-five, and this Griselda mask (Griselda)
Ayo, put the price on the tab
Take a dab, I'm sellin' dimes, I need money for the whole bag
Ayo, I got this shit to a science
I'll pour gas on you then ignite it (Phwoof)
I'm like Magneto, aim the gauge up out the Regal (Boom!)
And blast the beak up off your duck-ass face
In hell, where I'ma see you; Money, power
Equal respect, and more TECs
So if you go against the grain? Then I'm checkin' yo neck (Real talk)
If you ask, you'll know - I draw guns like Michelangelo
Chains glow, international dope shit
N***a, talk shit and get poked quick (Get his throat slit)
Don't make me run down on you with the blick (Yo)
[Chorus]
More money, more problems, that's the motto
You go against the grain, and it's fire out the nozzle (Drr-r-r-r-r! Doo doo doo doo doo doo boo)
Lemon squeeze pistols, put my finger on the throttle, yo (Bah! Bah! Bah!)
I'm puttin' numbers on your back like the lotto, yo (Doo!)
More money, more problems, that's the motto (Drr-r-r-r)
You go against the grain, and it's fire out the nozzle (Bah bah bah bah bah bah)
Lemon squeeze pistols, put my finger on the throttle, yo
I'm puttin' numbers on your back like the lotto, yo (Bah bah bah bah bah bah bah!)

[Verse 2]
I had sixteen shells in the Glock
I hit my n***a Kungg Fuu for another fifteen, n***a
So what we got?
Right after, I'm runnin' in your fuckin' spot
I left with fifteen, so that's fifteen left in case I murk a cop
Fuck the world, I'm goin' out like Pac
And if life is a bitch, then we fuckin' nonstop
My heart is colder than a icicle, this shit is ice crystal
Catch you and back kick you off your motherfuckin' bicycle
I'm the kid on the block, uh, and I'm comin' with shots, uh
I be dumpin' your spot, uh, walk off smokin' the pot, uh
They been sayin' I'm the illest lately
All I know is my flow sicker than Ebola on a Zika baby (Yo)

[Chorus]
More money, more problems, that's the motto
You go against the grain, and it's fire out the nozzle (Drr-r-r-r-r-r! Pop pop pop)
Lemon squeeze pistols, put my finger on the throttle, yo (Doo doo doo doo doo doo)
I'm puttin' numbers on your back like the lotto, yo (Br-r-r-r! Zz, zz)
More money, more problems, that's the motto (Br-r-r! Zz)
You go against the grain, and it's fire out the nozzle ([?] Zz! Br-r-r!)
Lemon squeeze pistols, put my finger on the throttle, yo (Bah! Bah)
I'm puttin' numbers on your back like the lotto, yo (Boom boom boom!)