[Verse 1:]
You n***az need to mind your motherf**ing business
And I'm talking to whoever felt offended
I said it with a candy cane in my mouth
So these motherf**ers know I meant it
They come driving is vintage
And I'm sitting on inchies
These Atlanta hoes think I'm the bomb
96 so lambix
So they ain't give me no playback
When I was stuck in those trenches
Now they on my twitter page
All over my minches
But I don't pay 'em no attention
Prob 'cause I don't trust them
I f** 'em good but I don't cuff 'em
I know them hoes but I don't judge them
These rap n***as is wet to me
I think I'm better than most of us
They're two fly n***as in the game
And baby girl I'm both of 'em
[Hook: x2]
So you should know that (I'm getting money)
I'm always on my grind (I'm getting money)
24 hours (I'm getting money)
'Cause there ain't nothing else to do (I'm getting money)
[Verse 2:]
So why you n***as chilling with your feet up
My n***as out in San Frans' and in Rio
And I'm getting money out the country
I ain't talking credit cards when I say I need a VISA
Call me mr. International, state outside and baginals
My b**hes Bob 'cause I do the sh** that Mac would do
On the cost of a few stacks you want me on the track
But I came a long way for slaving sacks on the avenue
I don't do what them other rappers do
I'm stumped up I gotta get money, type of attitude
Ye I rap it I'm a ex-pimp slash trapper too
I had the grain, my partner had the cane like the cappers do
[Hook: x2]
So you should know that (I'm getting money)
I'm always on my grind (I'm getting money)
24 hours (I'm getting money)
'Cause there ain't nothing else to do (I'm getting money)