12hunna on the beat DJ Flippp, make the money flip Ooh, aye 14, 14, 14, babe yeah In rack city counting up a four I was trapping, getting it by my 'lone Rocket got them pints for the low Chris got the rocket, he gon' blow Murder what she wrote We came through and took her soul She want that dick then she get boned Rack city blowing dope, bitch She off the Molly and the coke, coke, bitch You wan' touch then you get poked, poked, bitch Run my hood like the pope, pope, bitch They thought I was dead but I'm still alive I just needed time to relax, bitch I just needed time, now I'm back, bitch The money coming faster than it ever did Please, play this at my funeral If I die tomorrow, tell my mama that I'm sorry for the life I chose (Mama, I'm sorry) But this the life I chose This is the life for me Nobody loves me but me Nobody loves me but me I fucked my girl last week Told her get on her knees Then she sucked on my D (she sucked on my) Then that bitch hit the streets, she ain't fuckin' with me No more, no more, no more, no more No more, no more, no more, (yea) no more No more, no more, (yea) no more (brra) I see more tombstones than a undertaker, yeah And if we fuck now we can't cuddle later The chopper make roaches scatter, fuck a huddle breaker This mac, I aim it at your face, I cannot make up Brrat, I got the pounds and that ain't from Jamaica Smoke, this thing I'm shooting fuck up god's creation Ah, you the best, who am I replacing? Ha, oh that's a vest? Well it's your mind I'm aimed at Scars of love from warfare with automatics Bullets burn like lava, chopper spitting volcanic Codeine and percocets, spend a kidney and a liver Stupid bitch fuck me over, I get it, I still miss her, woah In rack city counting up a four I was trapping, getting it by my 'lone

Aye. Who that in the Lambo? That's the Last King boy, haan? Last King Records takin' over for the 2016 'till forever I got bitches in my swimming pool Real life mermaids Models in my living room Lined by Hermes Yeah nigga... Somebody must have heard me when I prayed Cause I'm paid cash money Uh, Cash Money never paid me But your boy did his thing Still make cash money Yeah it's mine I can throw it in the air if I wanna Rolex, mo' sex T-Raww, gon' flex Bad bitches Ass, chest Rich niggas, no stress Smoke when I wanna Ball when I wanna Fuck who I wanna Everything a hundred My cars diamond diamond Still minks in the summer Ice in my grill Tattoos on my stomach Yeah, she break it down Break break it down I'm in the court Talkin' chat, choppers style Yeah that choppers style Chit chat choppers style We lived a lot Nigga we on a loud Ugh private jet Bubble legs Super famous don't need no press Imma hot boy shout out Weezy baby If your man is low Nigga, you should pay em I got bitches in my swimming pool Real life mermaids Models in my living room Lined by Hermes Yeah nigga... Somebody must have heard me when I prayed Cause I'm paid cash money Uh, Cash Money never paid me But your boy did his thing Still make cash money Yeah it's mine I can throw it in the air if I wanna Homie we talkin' a lot She be frontin' a lot Wanna pull up on the block Bitches rubbin' their twat I'm in the car with a vibe Yeah that car goes a lot Now she fuckin' a lot Yeah we fuckin' a lot Now she rubbin' my cock Yeah we hug in the block Put your face in my watch Yeah that's chrono watch All ice I got hella how's believe me Tell 'em bitches pimpin' ain't easy I'm on top with the top down One knock with the sugar and I'm sauced out I'm hot now Played with fire, I ain't never drown Ballin' out number 1 With assist now Big hits, mo' rich New car, new bitch I'm a hot boy, free B.G Free to Carter V, let your streets eat I got bitches in my swimming pool Real life mermaids Models in my living room Lined by Hermes Yeah nigga... Somebody must have heard me when I prayed Cause I'm paid cash money Uh, Cash Money never paid me But your boy did his thing Still make cash money Yeah it's mine I can throw it in the air if I wanna I got bitches in my swimming pool Real life mermaids Models in my living room Lined by Hermes Yeah nigga... Somebody must have heard me when I prayed Cause I'm paid cash money Uh, Cash Money never paid me But your boy did his thing Still make cash money Yeah it's mine I can throw it in the air if I wanna

Uh-oh I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock I fuck top ten bitches, you fuck bops Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops We goin' platinum, baby Yeah, we be goin' platinum without bein' thorough 4Hunnid, five-hundred what I get a show Play the game right, so I'm livin' by the code We goin' platinum, baby (4Hunnid) You know how many bitches thugged out off the liquor? Straight tequila shots, so it's fuckin' up my liver Shoutout 800, that's my motherfuckin' hitter That's my killer, that's my dawg, that's my motherfuckin' nigga Nigga, we ain't friendly, we don't conversate with opps On that gang shit, but we done made it off the block Fuckin' on your bitch, she was actin' like a bop That's why them busty niggas hate me, off top Fuck Clark Kent, we ain't into savin' hoes We be playin' with money, y'all playin' with y'all nose My bitch rich, she gon' pull up in a Rolls With that Off-White on and some all white toes Lamborghini black, Maybach and a Rari' Westside shit, might pull up on Harley T-Raww got the snow bunnies goin' gnarly House niggas, y'all ain't never outside, sorry I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock I fuck top ten bitches, you fuck bops Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops We goin' platinum, baby Yeah, we be goin' platinum without bein' thorough 4Hunnid, five-hundred what I get a show Play the game right, so I'm livin' by the code We goin' platinum, baby (4Hunnid) I don't fuck rats no more, I'm at the top (top) Send me the addy, you know it's gon' pop (pop) Bitch, take a look at the sip and don't flock (flock) She bouncin' on my dick, man, this bitch got hops Uh, money in my palm and her pussy got my hand on it Got a lil' tired, then I-, (what?), put my man on it Trampoline green, how the bitch just land on it? Treat the beat like a treadmill, how I ran on it Dun-dun, dun-dun, da-da-dun-dun Niggas don't sleep, I'm a beast where I'm from Popped in a Tesla, put it on her tongue (ugh) Platinum in my teeth and it cost a honey bun (sweet) Jack in the box, tell these clowns that it's up (it's up) Niggas actin' tough (tough), I'ma call bluff I ain't talkin' 'bout the DJ, but I had enough (nigga) And this ain't for the radio, keep this shit rough, nigga I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock I fuck top ten bitches, you fuck bops Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops We goin' platinum, baby Yeah, we be goin' platinum without bein' thorough 4Hunnid, five-hundred what I get a show Play the game right, so I'm livin' by the code We goin' platinum, baby (4Hunnid) I don't do the rims no more, I ride stock I fuck top ten bitches, you fuck bops Hundred on the dash, slow down, there go the cops We goin' platinum, baby Yeah, we be goin' platinum without bein' thorough 4Hunnid, five-hundred what I get a show Play the game right, so I'm livin' by the code We goin' platinum, baby (4Hunnid)

Walk up on this bitch with a hundred grand Two rollies on my arm, another hundred grand Bitch, let the money burn, nigga no tan Got a young bitch, fucking doing what she can she can! Pop killa King Kong killa' T-Raw the real deal thrilla in Manila Make a bitch pop (pop) Pills 'till it's dinna' She a fucking nympho, that's why I fuck with her Whistle while you twerk pussy singers all up in the club throwing up middle fingers If you try snitch turn a bitch to a hanger Lay your shit out, now you're planking, you're planking I'm saying! One two and the bitch came Break a bitch heart pouring out the champagne Why you over there chilling with the little lames? You ain't know, you ain't know that my shit bang? Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch One two and the bitch came Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch All these hoes know my damn name She don't give brain, that's a damn shame I don't find the shit funny like soul plane Put ice on my wrist like the shit is praying I'm just riding around getting it... two chains Last King, Y.M.C.M gang Everything dope bitch where the Novocain Bitchs saying I'm the bomb, oh man Blow the pussy up, heir to the sex game! Roll 8, make them bitches bend they back for laxed she gonna spaz Make a scene like she act Act stupid take a cab, oh you broke, oh your bad? I don't cuff hoes they just follow my command I'm saying One two and the bitch came Break a bitch heart pouring out the champagne Why you over there chilling with the little lames? You ain't know, you ain't know that my shit bang? Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch One two and the bitch came Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch All these hoes know my damn name Lift that ass up, up And bring that ass down, down Bring that ass up, up Shake that ass to the ground One two and the bitch came Break a bitch heart pouring out the champagne Why you over there chilling with the little lames? You ain't know, you ain't know that my shit bang? Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch One two and the bitch came Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch Pop pop pop Pop it bitch All these hoes know my damn name

Make it nasty, make it nasty Drop, drop it on the bench make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Pop, pop it on the bitch make it nasty Ah, yeah bitch make it nasty Tongue on the throat while the other bitch gaggin' Bottles in the basket pills in the plastic She gonna do drugs but we don't do acid Fuckin' on the mattress, hear the bed spring Ain't nothin' better, it's the best thing Got a China bitch, straight from Beijing Pussy so tight all she do is scream Oh, bend it over make it touch your toe I like how she make it go around around the pole Hoes, ah, open close I like when my bitches don't wear no clothes Is hot up in this muthafucka' we, we, we low Gangstas in this muthafucka we got this ho T, T, T-Raw when I walk in the door Bitches they know, yeah bitches they know, ah Make it nasty, make it nasty Drop, drop it on the bench make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Pop, pop it on the bitch make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Drop, drop it on the bench make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Pop, pop it on the bitch make it nasty Ah, yeah nigga I'm a star Stack some black you can use the black car Pull up, hop out, vallet the car 'Bout to go big got bitches galore Tippin' on this bitch, just drop it to the floor I like blowjobs she could be my employee (back it up) And I put it in her back door now it's lights out (lights out) like Roy (Roy) Jones, Jr., T-Raw the ruler, slicker than a gold patch gold chain cubic Poke til it's bruisin' dick on punta gimme gimme chocha get it like OJ, ah Make it nasty, make it nasty Drop, drop it on the bench make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Pop, pop it on the bitch make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Drop, drop it on the bench make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Pop, pop it on the bitch make it nasty Tap, tap, tap that ass make it nasty Tap, tap, tap that ass make it nasty Tap, tap, tap that ass make it nasty Clap, clap, clap that ass make it nasty Clap, clap, clap that ass make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Drop, drop it on the bench make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Pop, pop it on the bitch make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Drop, drop it on the bench make it nasty Make it nasty, make it nasty Pop, pop it on the bitch make it nasty

D.A. got that dope! D.A. got that dope! Yeah, ha Floss in the bank (Ayy), still got candy on the paint (Paint) Lookin' like a safe (Safe), ten bad bitches on a date (Date) I'm the reason why them niggas hate Wanna sound like me (Me) This is how you deal with heartbreak ('break) Bugatti tags on the plate And my niggas pump bass (Bass) Wanna make 'em do the Harlem Shake And I been had, thought you niggas late (Late) Let it hydrate ('drate, drate), you thirsty? Yeah Tiger ain't Tony but I'm great (Great) Fuck out my face (Face), are you thirsty? (Bitch) My bitch lookin' like clickbait (Yeah) Ass like a cake (Cake), cake Make your bitch turn gay (Gay) Lesbian, I'm like okay (Okay) And I got time of day (Ha, today), better mean what you say (Yeah) Place that money in the soaker Let it spray (Let it spray, ayy, trrrah) Floss in the bank (Ayy), still got candy on the paint (Paint) Lookin' like a safe (Safe), ten bad bitches on a date (Date) I'm the reason why them niggas hate Man, them niggas gon' hate (Hate), ayy Floss in the bank (Ayy), ten bad bitches on a date (Date) Lookin' like a safe (Safe), she got ass like a cake (Cake) Walkin' in, flossin' in the bank (Ayy) Floss in the bank (Whoa), yeah, make that ass shake (Shake) Can I get fries with that shake? What's on the menu today? Okay Put it in the face (Yeah), I like them thighs with some weight (Weight, weight) Who you know got so much love for the bank? (Yee) Niggas won't say it but it's already said (Ayy) These niggas sippin' on straight synthetic (Yeah) TTG and my bitch war ready Back, back like cooked crack, flossin' where your crib at Secret penthouse, nigga can't pin that If you bust it open, she gon' ask where the dollars at Pull up in a new Ferrari, why you tryna rent that? (Skrrt) Ayy, throwin' racks (Racks), big bags (Bags) Man, I had to reminisce when she bring it back (Back) Just met, and she fuck with my automatic (Yeah) And I like a bitch with no baggage (Ayy) Yeah, floss in the bank (Yeah), still got candy on the paint (Paint) Lookin' like a safe (Safe), ten bad bitches on a date (Date) I'm the reason why them niggas hate Man, them niggas gon' hate (Hate), ayy Yeah, floss in the bank (Ayy), ten bad bitches on a date (Date) Lookin' like a safe (Safe), she got ass like a cake (Cake) Walkin' in, flossin' in the bank (Ayy) Floss in the bank (Whoa), yeah, floss in the bank (Bank) Ten bad bitches on a date (Date) Lookin' like a safe (Safe), she got ass like a cake (Cake) Walkin' in, flossing in the bank Ayy, floss in the bank (Whoa) Floss in the bank Floss in the bank, floss in the bank Walkin' in, flossing in the bank Floss in the bank, floss in the bank Ten bad bitches on a date Floss in the bank, floss in the bank Floss in the bank

Got a hundred bottles on ice I got all my bitches in the club tonight, ay Bet she leavin with me tonight if it's a 187 all my niggas gonna ride it Throw it up, and throw it up, got my whole hood with me and we trippin' We about to throw it up, throw it up, got all my bitches in the VIP, throw it up T-Raw one raw nigga, I can't fuck with no pussy ass niggas Could have been a pimp mofucking gorilla Catch ya niggas sippin' but they don't want a biscuit, ya Man you niggas hate too much if it ain't about money me don't give a fuck If it is about money I'm a need a lump some All i have is threesomes tell that bitch come get some Don't trip, pistol on the hip I'm on some g shit Don't make G drink trip I'm a air this bitch out if a nigga run his lips Nigga don't get killed up in this bitch Straight bangers, straight banging Shout out to my 50 niggas straight banging Everybody gettin' money they ain't just hanging And I'm leaving with more girls than I came with Cause I Got a hundred bottles on ice I got all my bitches in the club tonight, ay Bet she leavin with me tonight if it's a 187 all my niggas gonna ride it Throw it up, and throw it up, got my whole hood with me and we trippin' We about to throw it up, throw it up, got all my bitches in the VIP, throw it up I'm with a bad bitch switching lanes I don't even know her first name last name Raised in the era of the dope game Reebok pump pump pump a nigga breaks And my daddy had a Cadillac and now his son got a Maybach When niggas screaming where the ballers at I be like right here She gon' give me head for a LK hat, yeah So sickening I'm fully tripping I put my dick in a young vixen and dismiss them A one hitter a Ken Griffey, a Scottie Pippen and pass em off to the next victim A nigga rep Cal like Ripken believe it or not you niggas Ripley You niggas too J-Kwon Tipsy Till that cannon let loose leave you limping Motherfucker Got a hundred bottles on ice I got all my bitches in the club tonight, ay Bet she leavin with me tonight if it's a 187 all my niggas gonna ride it Throw it up, and throw it up, got my whole hood with me and we trippin' We about to throw it up, throw it up, got all my bitches in the VIP, throw it up