Get off my dick, let me do me That's a million bucks, every two weeks I'm fucking on an actress, we making movies I'm pulling out my camera, we shooting new scenes I'm flexing stupid on these niggas, puking on these niggas Sipping all this drank, Lord I'm juicing on these niggas Got my bitch balling hard Sheryl Swooping on these niggas Mind your fucking business and stop googling on me, nigga I do Tunechi on these niggas Riding through the city with a bad bitch with me (bad bitch) She wanna know if she can bring her friends But my niggas wanna know if they're pretty Yeah they can tag along Bet you I could tag em all With a little loud and some alcohol But I'ma pass em off to my niggas Kick em out when I'm done, nigga, fuck 'em all Back to the grind (grind) I work so hard like I get paid overtime (work) But when I see the check come I'm geeked up in the mall, Buy the same thing three times Call this foreplay Cause when the hoes see me shop, you can see the panties drop (drop) Running up a check get em so wet (wet) Gotta ball out, call it B.O. Flex (ohh) They wanna know how I go so hard but I'm still so young And I'm eating so good, and I'm still not done No I ain't stopping 'til I got it all And I'm winning til it ain't no room for losing I ain't gotta tell you why I do it Get cash, get cars, go hard (aye) I ain't gotta tell you why I do it Nigga I don't ask why you do your job I ain't gotta tell you why I do it I grind sundown, sunrise Don't tell me to prove it, cause I might lose it I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it) I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it) I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it) I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it) I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it) Don't have to tell you, the plan is relentless I ain't gotta tell you why I do it Nigga that's my business Even if you say you don't fuck with it Cause you know for my niggas I'ma stay down Stay down, stay down We never trust them bitches, better lay down Lay down, lay down But they never come around when the money out Money out, money out All the same people that ran out (ran) Tryna come around for a handout (huh uh) I woke up this morning, dick rock hard If you looking for your woman, she just hopped off If you looking for some trouble, ain't gotta look far I put that dick in her stomach, she holla, " Good Lord " I put that dick in her stomach, she holla, " Good God " These niggas claiming they thugging, they know they good boys My niggas call me KG, cause I'm the " Kush God " And my coupe don't need a key, I'm talking push start, push start Riding and vibing, ain't hiding, come find me It ain't hard to find me cause nigga I'm shining I ain't got to tell these boys, they know I'm shining I ain't got to tell my goons turn up, they bother you Fuck with me right now, that's bad timing Fatherless children and sad mommies Fuck all this shit they be saying bout me I'm on that sipping, too damn drowsy for that bullshit I ain't gotta tell you why I do it Get cash, get cars, go hard (aye) I ain't gotta tell you why I do it Nigga I don't ask why you do your job I ain't gotta tell you why I do it I grind sundown, sunrise Don't tell me to prove it, cause I might lose it I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it) I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it) I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it) I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it) I ain't gotta tell you why I do it (do it) Don't have to tell you, the plan is relentless I ain't gotta tell you why I do it Nigga that's my business Even if you say you don't fuck with it That's cool (mula baby)

Phew, phew, yeah If you weigh me down then I gotta remove you If you in my way, then I gotta go through you (Don, Don) Look, look, look, funeral I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it (Huh) They say, "All facts," but don't prove shit (Huh) You in my way, need to move, bitch (Huh) Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Huh) This a win-win, swear I'm so choosy Money spread on me like Boosie Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship I don't really sleep or take naps, no snoozin' All these burners here hot, but we coolin' I was playin' dumb, they was thinkin' I'm stupid My accountant just called, said, shit been movin' I'm 'posed to have no gun, I got two of 'em I never remind a nigga what I do for 'em I was dead broke, sleep on the futon Now I'm up, now I'm big house, few of 'em Everyday I'm lit, my life like a re-run If I take your shit, can't give you no refund Ten mil' for a deal I agree on I put on for Atlanta like Deion Chrome Heart glasses, I can't see 'em From the apartments to an arena Where that 'lil boy been? I ain't seen him Look at God's child drivin' the Demon Fuck what you heard I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it (Huh) They say, "All facts," but don't prove shit (Huh, yeah) You in my way, need to move, bitch (Yeah) Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Yeah) This a win-win, swear I'm so choosy Money spread on me like Boosie Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship Yeah, I don't talk shit, bitch, I do shit (I do shit) Soft top on my car like it's Jewish (It's Jewish) Catch a body like Ray Lewis (Ray Lewis) Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt Lil Tunechi, I'm in this bitch on the cookie like Lucious (Yeah) I'm gonna sip, got that purple pollution (Yeah) I get the checks and just do it no swooshes (Yeah) Flex on my ex then I flex on my new bitch (Yeah) No disrespect, I bust down the noose (Yeah) Put it on my neck, now my neck is a nuisance (Yeah) I am a mess, I am a mutant (Yeah) Bullets go through your vest like it's translucent I smoke the best exclusive I'm somewhere else secluded (Secluded) Fly to death, and your bitch just flew in You a ref, my nigga, you blew it (You blew it) I don't sketch, but the pistol, I drew it Told myself to continue my duties I got money from 2002, that I ain't seen since 2002 Me, Sean, and Brazy, my nigga, we boolin' Ballin' so brazy, I dribble and shoot it Just like I play for Emilio Pucci I treat the Wraith like that bitch is Suzuki I need a favorite woman like The Fugees It's me, Sean, and Baby, we lit as Three Stooges My skate stance is goofy, my bae ass is stupid No fake asses truly, I'm makin' her moon me Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it (I do it) They say, "All facts," but don't prove shit (I knew it) You in my way, need to move, bitch (Move bitch, huh) Shut the fuck up, no excuses (Yeah, yeah) This a win-win, swear I'm so choosy (Yeah, yeah) Money spread on me like Boosie Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship (Yeah, yeah) I don't really sleep or take naps, no snoozin' (No snoozin') All of these burners here hot, but we coolin' (Yeah, snorin') I was playin' dumb, they was thinkin' I'm stupid My accountant just called, said, shit been movin' (Yeah) I don't talk shit, bitch, I do it My accountant just called, said, shit been movin' Fake money, should keep your two cents (That mulah) Catch a body like Ray Lewis (Yeah) If you weigh me down, then I gotta remove you If you in my way, then I gotta go through you Funeral

How come gettin money never gets boring How come gettin money never gets boring Baby I gotta stack, what you gonna do for it Then you bring it back like the Mothaf-ckin chorus And you bring it back back back back back back back And you bring it back back back back back like a motherf-ckin chorus Back on my set Tool in my hand Big money was the plan So i'm back where I started Back where it come from Back where we went wit it Third ward soldier out the Phantom doing big business Situations thick you got the homie toting two two's Comin back old skool Did it like he want to Headed to the pen now he back up on the slab Big money of the ab Hundred g's in cash Brand new whip, old skool Caddy The dump truck A stash spot Then came up Its more 1's Nigga Versace sheets Serve is more money in the new fleet How come gettin money never gets boring How come gettin money never gets boring Baby I gotta stack, what you gonna do for it Then you bring it back like the Mothaf-ckin chorus And you bring it back back back back back back back And you bring it back back back back back like a motherf-ckin chorus Bought a new Phantom Suede with the gators Brand new Louis always ready to spray it Like father like son Money is a must These hoe's we don't trust Brand new trucks Shined every summer Ran wit the numbers Stash spot cool got a 50 piece humming Back up on my saddle nigga hustle for my shine Just an ordinary nigga on a million dollar grind Big timer old skool, new skool nigga Is more money homie More money more money more money homie My b-tchs paid Cavalli Shades Blowin haze, Everyday How come gettin money never gets boring How come gettin money never gets boring Baby I gotta stack, what you gonna do for it Then you bring it back like the Mothaf-ckin chorus And you bring it back back back back back back back And you bring it back back back back back like a motherf-ckin chorus Flip another hundred Get another Hundred Spend another Hundred Burn another Hundred Blow another Hundred Fuck another Hundred Get big money nigga, Stuntin on a hundred 50 Whips extra clips did it for the sunshine Garbage bag full hard body wit a fireline Flip another brick, Drink a little dip Stunna Island nigga shinin' wit a bad bitch AR Nigga, riding skinny tires Fully loaded high when you floatin' in the sky Rockin' Gucci blades, ridin triple blades Tats on the face, A Nigga's been paid How come gettin money never gets boring How come gettin money never gets boring Baby I gotta stack, what you gonna do for it Then you bring it back like the Mothaf-ckin chorus And you bring it back back back back back back back And you bring it back back back back back like a motherf-ckin chorus

She make me feel so good Better than I would by myself or If I was with somebody else You don't understand She make the people say, yeah Yeah Uh, I can put you in a log cabin somewhere in Aspen Girl, ain't nothin' to the Pain Ain't trickin' if you got it, what you asking for? Put you in a mansion, somewhere in Wisconsin Like I said, ain't nothin' to the Pain We can change the last name, what's happenin'? 'Cause you look so good, tell me why you wanna work here I put you on the front page of a King Magazine But you gon' get yourself hurt here Ay, baby, I brought you in the back just to have a conversation Really thank you need some ventilation Let's talk about you And me Oh, I can't believe it Ooh, ooh, she all on me, on me Man, man, I think she want me, want me Nah, I, can't leave her lonely, naw Ooh, I can't believe it Ooh, ooh, she all on me, on me Man, man, I think she want me, want me Nah, I, can't leave her lonely, naw Man, you don't understand she make the people say, yeah Yeah Yeah She hit the main stage, she make the people say, yeah Yeah Yeah I can put you in the condo, all the way up in Toronto Baby, put you in a fur coat, ridin' in the Murciélago I put you in the beach house, right on the edge of Costa Rica Put one of them lil' flowers in your hair Have you lookin like a fly mamacita, fuego 'Cause you look so good, you make me wanna spend it all on you Get up out this club, slide wit' your boy We can do what you wanna, yeah Baby, I bought you in the back, 'cause you need a lil' persuasion Plus you need a little ventilation Let's talk about you And me Oh, I can't believe it Ooh, ooh, she all on me, on me Man, man, I think she want me, want me Nah, I, can't leave her lonely, naw Ooh, I can't believe it Ooh, ooh, she all on me, on me Man, man, I think she want me, want me Nah, I, can't leave her lonely, naw Man, you don't understand she make the people say, yeah Yeah Yeah She hit the main stage, she make the people say, yeah (She make the people say) Yeah (She make the people say) Yeah Now I can put your ass out, oh, keep runnin yo' mouth, hehe And if yo' brothers keep trippin', I'ma show 'em what these teardrops 'bout Shawty I was just playin', ooh, but I can take you to the Cayman Islands Have you screamin', and hollerin', we gon' be makin' love on the beach The people see what we doin' Aww, they pointin and ooing Oh, but we gon' keep on doin' it Like it's just me and you and no one else around It went down on the balcony And I ain't talkin' no penthouse suite Shawty like a model out the Penthouse sheets That's why I got her on my penthouse sheets And oh, I can't believe it Ooh, ooh, she all on me, on me Man, man, I think she want me, want me Nah, I, can't leave her lonely, naw Ooh, I can't believe it Ooh, ooh, she all on me, on me Man, man, I think she want me, want me Nah, I, can't leave her lonely, naw Man, you don't understand she make the people say, yeah (She make the people say) Yeah (She make the people say) Yeah She hit the main stage, she make the people say, yeah Yeah