Why you bring that money to the vlub if you ain't throwing it? How you naked on the 'Gram but in person you ain't showing it? Why you go against the gang? You can't beat 'em, nigga, join it Ain't tap in when you got to Cali, got your ass extorted Brand new coupe, I floor it, brand new bitch, gotta whore it Brand new Glock, I adore it Have a nigga runnin' like Forrest V.I.P, I'm very important, in the hood, I ain't never no tourist Got the drop on the opp, we Dora explore it (ay) YG from the streets, YG went legit (ay) YG lit, YG start a business with your bitch (ay) 50 bitches flew to Cabo, YG a trip (ay) YG think he Kanye west, he got his own kicks Woah, fresh out a pandemic but I ain't rusty Woah, have a baby by me, bitch, come be lucky Woah, bitch I'ma throw it all, all the strippers love me Woah, walk in best dressed but I ain't no Kid Cudi Girl, did he just say what I think he just said? Bitch, yes Talkin' like you lit, your bitch better not be ugly Pull up with a ten, her waist slim, ass chubby Half a mill' on my neck, who gon' take it from me? Pussy, we ballin' on you fuckin' dummies Scared money don't make no money (woah) Scared money don't make no money (woah) Scared money don't make no money (woah) Pussy, we ballin' on you fuckin' dummies (uh-oh) I'm so lit, SportCenter gotta post my clips One lay-up and they treat me like I'm Luka Dončić 2-6, nigga, and we used to conflict Turn these brand new YG sneakers into Louboutin kicks Red bottoms 'cause the blood bled out 'em, aw damn If I'm miss 'em, 4Hunnid red dot 'em, aw damn I was thinkin' 'bout walkin' up a stack of crates (hmm) But I was busy stackin' cake (haha, shit) Cole fuckin' World, say the whole name Cole think he Drizzy Drake, he got his own plane Flew it all around the world and now I'm back, bitch Three cribs in the same neighborhood, I'm that rich These niggas pray to God to make it on The Shade Room Meanwhile I made it on the "Bitch, I'm hella paid" room Road blocks when Cole drop, they push back they rollouts That's right pussy, make room, stay tuned, nigga Talkin' like you lit, your bitch better not be ugly Pull up with a ten, her waist slim, ass chubby Half a milli' on my neck, who gon' take it from me? Pussy, we ballin' on you fuckin' dummies Scared money don't make no money (woah) Scared money don't make no money (woah) Scared money don't make no money (woah) Pussy, we ballin' on you fuckin' dummies (uh-oh) Ball too hard on niggas like Zion when he bust out the shoe See that lil' switch on the Glock, you can't shoot back when we start shootin' Thuggin' on the block with YG, set trippin', my pockets blue (true) VVVs cost some cheese, reach for these, I blam on you (bow, bow) Scared money don't make no money I got shows comin' in, but the trap still bunkin' Wrapped the Lamb' truck white, but the inside's pumpkin Grip her neck when we be hunchin' and she like when I talk country (who you is?) Big speaker, yeah, big shit talker, hoe Have your cash together, cost a Mike Vick for a truffle boat (seven) Dollars, followers and ratchet hoes, I got a lot of those (where you at?) Gettin' me some head, waitin' on my food to cook at Pappadeaux (let's go) Big Bagg Talkin' like you lit, your bitch better not be ugly Pull up with a ten, her waist slim, ass chubby Half a milli' on my neck, who gon' take it from me? Pussy, we ballin' on you fuckin' dummies Scared money don't make no money (woah) Scared money don't make no money (woah) Scared money don't make no money (woah) Pussy, we ballin' on you fuckin' dummies (uh-oh)

Money money money Money money money Money money money Hey, hey, everyday, day I hustle, everyday I'm getting money If her pussy good, everyday I'm spending money Throw it in the bag, throw it in the bag I ain't got credit but your dog got cash Money money money, stay out of my lane Your team running laps, my team run the game This is America, ain't shit free I need my money tall, at least six three Blacka, blacka, blacka, money money money Any given day I'm pouring honey on your honey And I murder everybody, okay everyday, say it Money money money, if you broke, I'm sorry Money money money Money money money That girl need Money money money My people need Money money money What else that girl need? Money money money She getting Money money money She getting Money money money I'm getting Wake up in the morning, take a money shower Now I'm smelling like money, got the money and the power Bad boy money, Martin and Will My face good money, they should put me on the bill I pioneered the jets and the yachts and the shoppers Crushing model chicks throwing minks on the toddlers NASDAQ money, Dow Jones, homes Money money money, motherfucker, daddy's home Cash Money, Young Money, Bad Boy Money Shorty said I boss, never throw toy money So, blah, blah, make that thing Bounce with these hundred dollar bills Now I'm getting money, I ball I remember I had no money at all Now I'm so shallow, name brand apparel I'm in that new, new, everyday wanna battle Blacka, blacka, blacka, money money money Any given day I'm pouring honey on your honey And I murder everybody, okay everyday, say it Money money money, if you broke, I'm sorry Money money money Money money money That girl need Money money money My people need Money money money What else that girl need? Money money money She getting Money money money She getting Money money money I'm getting Clap for that money like the booty on shorty then Ya'll just keep clapping, studio audience Told her stretch it out like she do it in the And bust it, bust it, bust it like she snuck a Glock .40 in Daddy gon' show you how a store feel I got millions of ways, young Married to the money, faithful to the millions Got my money up safe as up in ceilings