[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Yeah, man, real shit, n***a
MONY POWR RSPT, n***a
I'll never trade all my n***as, n***a
Wasn't raised like that, n***a

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Fendis, Cartiers and Buscemis on
Feel like a ball player with the Louis Vuitton
Can't make a run without my gun
I'm just kicking back, letting blessings come
These n***as don't even know what the fuck they hating on
Young n***a came from the slum, I ain't used to have shit, n***a, not a crumb
We ain't have no food when it wasn't Ramadaan
Raised up on Candler, where I get my game from
I treat my n***as like we got the same mom
I just hit the studio and brainstorm
I'm just trying to get my money up
I'm just trying to get my money up
I'm just trying to get my money up
I just wanna run my money up

[Verse 1: DrugRixh Hect]
Down bad on my dick
I ain't even have a crumb
DrugRixh came from nothing
Stayed down, then I came back with a big bomb
Serving Panda Express like I'm King Kong
Percs and the cookies, you know what I'm on
Country n***a came in quick and he gon' stay down for my blessing
Got a quick draw with the Smith & Wesson
Gotta watch out for n***as, these n***as be telling
On the bullshit, but I'm still the dealer
Heard the hood dime bag n***a turned on they man
Hopped out the whip, put the chopper on my close friend
DrugRixh, bitch, I hate the middleman
Hundred bags came in the trash can
Come get it quick, man, this shit going fast, man
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Fendis, Cartiers and Buscemis on
Feel like a ball player with the Louis Vuitton
Can't make a run without my gun
I'm just kicking back, letting blessings come
These n***as don't even know what the fuck they hating on
Young n***a came from the slum, I ain't used to have shit, n***a, not a crumb
We ain't have no food when it wasn't Ramadaan
Raised up on Candler, where I get my game from
I treat my n***as like we got the same mom
I just hit the studio and brainstorm
I'm just trying to get my money up
I'm just trying to get my money up
I'm just trying to get my money up
I just wanna run my money up

[Verse 2: DrugRixh Pe$o]
I came from nothing, got a big bag
Went from nickels, sacks to giving fuck n***as toe tags
MONY POWR RSPT, I just want a hundred cash
Cartier frames with the gold glass
Kick house, whipping up the cold glass
Gold rags stuffed in Buscemi bags
Got a hundred on my neck, I don't need flags
Once I trap it, jugg it, I had to run it up
Ain't no sense in pouring a pint in the double cup
Young n***a, better get your money up
If I'm your type of shit, you know we next up
You try the gang, I'll lit the Draco up
I beat on them drums, make it hiccup
I'm hired for first, deliver the dump truck
A real n***a, but the gun tucked
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Fendis, Cartiers and Buscemis on
Feel like a ball player with the Louis Vuitton
Can't make a run without my gun
I'm just kicking back, letting blessings come
These n***as don't even know what the fuck they hating on
Young n***a came from the slum, I ain't used to have shit, n***a, not a crumb
We ain't have no food when it wasn't Ramadaan
Raised up on Candler, where I get my game from
I treat my n***as like we got the same mom
I just hit the studio and brainstorm
I'm just trying to get my money up
I'm just trying to get my money up
I'm just trying to get my money up
I just wanna run my money up