[Intro]
T Kelley on the track

[Chorus: Derek King]
All  this ice make my neck hit
Too  much money in my hand, lookin' like a n***a flexin'
All this cash on the floor, I can't even see my section
So baby, come sit that booty, make it fit like it's Tetris
Baby,  I know you get the message
So  quit playin' with a youngin like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah
'Bout  that bag, she gon' run it up
'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up
'Bout that bag, she gon' run it like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah
'Bout  that cash, she don't fall in love
'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love
'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love

[Verse 1: Derek King]
Ass like what? Fuck it up
You like Patrón mixed with Henny in your cup, ayy
You said workin' 9 to 5 not enough, ayy
So you 'tend 'til 2 AM in the club
Cash like what? Fuck it up
All the ones on the floor mixed with dubs
You say you lookin' for a baller, not a scrub
Whoever throw the most money showin' love
[Pre-Chorus: Derek King]
So let a young n***a come and handle it
Booty so big, can't keep my hands off it
Up and down the pole, got me fantasy
In the back of the coupe, let me play with it
All up on the stage when you start with your top
Girl, I ain't leavin' 'til them panties drop
All this money everywhere got you thinkin' a lot
'Cause you livin' la vida loca

[Chorus: Derek King]
All this ice make my neck hit
Too much money in my hand, lookin' like a n***a flexin'
All this cash on the floor, I can't even see my section
So baby, come sit that booty, make it fit like it's Tetris
Baby, I know you get the message
So quit playin' with a youngin like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah
'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up
'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up
'Bout that bag, she gon' run it like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah
'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love
'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love
'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love
[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Crashed the coupe, bought the Bentley (Bought the motherfuckin' Bentley)
Stack the money up like Tetris (Stack the money up like what?)
All this money on my necklace (Ice, ice, ice)
Don't want the bitch, can't get her pregnant (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
I spent two-fifty on my my wrist too (Spent two-fifty on my what?)
I walk around with the glick too (Walk around with that Glock)
The beam on it, I can't miss you (Beam on it, I can't miss you)
I fuck her once so I can't miss you (Fuck her once so I can't miss you)
I bought the coupe for my bitch too (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
And a bag, she deserve that (Woo)
Fuck your lil' ho, give your bird back (Brr)
Walk around, every pocket, ten racks (Ten racks)
When I get that neck, where her friends at? (Rich)

[Chorus: Derek King]
All this ice make my neck hit
Too much money in my hand, lookin' like a n***a flexin'
All this cash on the floor, I can't even see my section
So baby, come sit that booty, make it fit like it's Tetris
Baby, I know you get the message
So quit playin' with a youngin like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah
'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up
'Bout that bag, she gon' run it up
'Bout that bag, she gon' run it like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah
'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love
'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love
'Bout that cash, she don't fall in love