(Intro)
[Verse1]
Uh
n***as hating
n***as hating
But im cooling
Boy im getting bacon
I'm getting bacon
You a m**m
I need all the love
All the love
Turtle doves
I need all the dough
All the dough
We tryna' grub
This that real boy
That real boy
That's apparent
You a lil boy
A lil boy
And I'm apparent
I don't play no games
No time for no games
Quit school cuss' of recess
You could keep the fame
Keep all of that fame
I want the Franklin's
With a yellow bone girl
And she sweet as Reese's pieces
Boy I body paragraphs
Before i even spit my thesis
Swear the flow be the uniquest
n***as crazy like this beat is
We get cheese, we get bread
We sauced up, Pizza Pizza
Whoo
She twerk for a n***a
Who pockets on swole
She drowning her liver
Bet she want some mo'
One time for the cash
One time for the flow
One time for the women
Who ride for the crew!
These n***as is hating
But nothing gone change!
I been running the game
Since the hammer went bang
Just hand me the cash
You keep the fame
Still keeping it trill
Til they take me away
[Hook]
All I ever wanted was a trillion billion dollars
And a girl that be so bad
That I can't bring her home to momma
I said
All I ever wanted was a trillion billion dollars
And check with hella' 0's
Like comma comma comma
Comma, Comma, Comma
I just want the comma, x8
(All my life I chased that money
And I'ma get that money
I'ma make that money,) x2
(Interlude)
[Verse2]
Real n***a, n***a that's the theme
That's my stance
I been tryna' get this cabbage
Since the cabbage patch dance
Man I been tryna' get this money
We smile, but life ain't funny
We want change, we want change
But even change, start with money
So I hustle n***a, I hustle n***a
No wonder why she why she love a n***a
Skin like bu*ter
Thicker than a Snicker
You know why they love the boy
Squad saucy, yeah that's soy
Go-to work, you unemployed
Rep the south side like I'm Lloyd
Ooohh
Skkrt, Skkrt Skkrt
Rubber burning
Dollars burning
I remember, I remember
When at night I'd toss and turn it
Woodrow Wilson's
Salmon Chase
Grover Cleveland
Benji' Frank
Andrew Jackson
Ulysses Grant
Alexander Hamilton
Boy I need all of that
All of that
Thousands in money bags
50 bands, 100 bands
Boy where yo money at?
Momma don' told me
That I'ma need Gwala
Swear when I get it
I blow it like tires
These n***as is hating
But nothing gone change
Ching Ching Ching Ching
I'ma money machine
Just hand me the cash
You keep the fame
Still keeping it trill
Til they take me away
[Hook]
(Outro)