[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
When I was at the bottom, seemed like I would never have nothin'
I done drove all the fastest cars, feeling like a crash dummy
Ain’t know I would make it this far, now the haters can't laugh at me
I got so much cash on me
Feeling like Baby, with all this cash money
I got all this cash money, I’m 'bout to throw this cash money
Cash money, feeling like Baby with all this cash money

[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]
When I was little, wanted to be a Hot Boy
I remember buying Wayne CD "The Block is Hot" boy
And Juvenile, four hundred degree hot boy
Mannie Fresh he kept it G, every beat had knock boy
I don’t fuck with no police if they in their cop car
All my n***as know I’m G, Rich Homie who they vouch for
If you do not fuck with me
Why you run your mouth for?
Camaro, I've got bucket seats
Forgiatos mounted up
Hundred thousand count it up
I Ran through thousands, ask my girl
A little sense of humor, they say that I don’t laugh enough
These n***as got me crackin’ up
No joke! They fuck me when i broke
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
When I was at the bottom, seemed like I would never have nothin'
I done drove all the fastest cars, feeling like a crash dummy
Ain’t know I would make it this far, now the haters can't laugh at me
I got so much cash on me
Feeling like Baby, with all this cash money
I got all this cash money, I’m 'bout to throw this cash money
Cash money, feeling like Baby with all this cash money

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
Money don't make you real, money don't make you solid
Money don’t mean no deal, money got a young n***a wildin'
Money got family trippin', money got a young n***a hidin'
So much money it comes up missing, cause all my n***as they violent
Cash money, cash money, all I want is cash money
I love numbers
My favorite class was that math subject
Walk around with a half on me
My partner walking with a bag on him
You best believe I got the strap on me
‘Cause I don’t trust none of y’all n***as
(You n***as snakes)
I bust one of y'all n***as
(Shoot you in your face)
Do voodoo, put a curse on y'all n***as
(New Orleans baby)
Black suit, get a hearse for y'all n***as
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
When I was at the bottom, seemed like I would never have nothin'
I done drove all the fastest cars, feeling like a crash dummy
Ain’t know I would make it this far, now the haters can't laugh at me
I got so much cash on me
Feeling like Baby, with all this cash money
I got all this cash money, I’m 'bout to throw this cash money
Cash money, feeling like Baby with all this cash money

[Verse 3: Birdman]
Original, '88 a hot boy
Turn them 80s to 90s, n***a we hot boy
Two pistols n***as two macs on my side n***a
Some real n***as I know n***a put all on their feets boy
Ballin' on that front line
Lord knows, I made sure that my son shine
We some beasts on these streets n***a
And move a hundred bricks a week n***a
Two macs up in that 'lac n***a
Two bitches up in that back n***a
Two bitches up in that back n***a
I’m like fuck it n***a
Size em up straight buggin’ n***a
Hundred things and that back ho
You better ride off, keep stuntin’ n***a
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
When I was at the bottom, seemed like I would never have nothin'
I done drove all the fastest cars, feeling like a crash dummy
Ain’t know I would make it this far, now the haters can't laugh at me
I got so much cash on me
Feeling like Baby, with all this cash money
I got all this cash money, I’m 'bout to throw this cash money
Cash money, feeling like Baby with all this cash money