[Intro: Future]
Aye Freeband Gang
Rich Gang La Familia
You can have whatever you want
You hear me?
Ight, turn up, turn up

[Chorus: Future]
Drug money it’s gonna buy you what you want
Drug money it’s gonna buy you what you want
Drug money it’s gonna buy you what you want
Drug money it’s gonna buy you what you want
Fish scale, I’ll buy you what you want
Thousand bill’, I’ll buy you what you want
A hundred square, I’ll buy you what you want
Send em through the air, and buy you what you want

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I say drug money, it's gon’ buy you what you want
Drug money, it’ll buy you every gun
And I got drug money, n***as slidin’ with them drums
And ain't no love for it, better get the hire when we come
I’m talkin fish scale, and n***a I could get you murdered for a brick sale
I pull up on you pussy n***as and I fish tail
I got these haters super sick, I tell ‘em get well
Get well soon hater, I’m talkin’ Philly here
I know these n***as hatin’ on it, wanna kill me there
But I still ride you in that foreign poppin wheelies yeah
And fifty bottles make a movie like Big Willy yeah
I’m still really …… I’m talkin
[Chorus: Future]
Drug money it’s gonna buy you what you want
Drug money it’s gonna buy you what you want
Drug money it’s gonna buy you what you want
Drug money it’s gonna buy you what you want
Fish scale, I’ll buy you what you want
Thousand bill’, I’ll buy you what you want
A hundred square, I’ll buy you what you want
Send em through the air, and buy you what you want

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I need a tractor trailer, I need coke all in the back
I’m talkin’ calculator, go fuck up a hundred racks n***a no Hilfiger
But I bought a tommy gun, your dude a lil n***a
Now tell me where your from, I’m talkin’ Texaco
I bought a Chevron I’m talkin’ oil money
I came to push up on, my n***as A-1
Hugo Chavez with them guns, these n***as parasites
Paradise under the sun, I’m talkin’ drug money
It’ll buy you every gun, I’m talkin’ drug money
We don’t even count the ones, I’m talkin’ King pin
Living lavish all along, I’m talkin’ rich n***a
I ain't got to write a song, I’m talkin’

[Chorus: Future]
Drug money it’s gonna buy you what you want
Drug money it’s gonna buy you what you want
Drug money it’s gonna buy you what you want
Drug money it’s gonna buy you what you want
Fish scale, I’ll buy you what you want
Thousand bill’, I’ll buy you what you want
A hundred square, I’ll buy you what you want
Send em through the air, and buy you what you want