Sample: Makin G's, ma-makin g's, makin g's, ma-makin g's, ma-makin g's, ma-makin g's, half a million dollars, half a million dollars, half a million dollars on my lap, on my lap
Verse 1:
I'm all about my bacon-cheese, I told that money, "wait for me."
Foolin out from A-Z, so basically don't play with me
Smoke a bowl, cookin coke, f**in hoes in vacancy
Stash house from Cali to Raleigh belong to Crazy G
Good police and fake police, you hate police, I pay police
Either or I even score, I bring in more you pay for lease
They compare my weed stinks to deceased arm pits
Fire arms, muscle up, south beach, I f**ed it up
Hotel erotica, VH1 exotica
Rental yacht, Key West, call that p**y Nautica
Man, I swear all I got is a Goddess
Stop to acknowledge her
Pradas on my property, lotta cheese and broccoli
Fake tits, fake lips, I just call her counterfeit
Put her down, pick her up, it's back to who I found her with
Haitian leaves, wrapping Jamaican trees
Haters prey on me cause I be makin G's
n***a we be...
Hook:
Makin G's, ma-makin g's, makin g's, ma-makin g's, ma-makin g's, ma-makin g's, half a million dollars, half a million dollars, half a million dollars on my lap, on my lap
Verse 2:
All this money got me rollin with them fly b**hes
Do or die b**hes, them ain't yours, you a liar, them is my b**hes
I got a white b**h, I got a dyke b**h
I got a love to shoot dice, love to fight b**h
I got a love to mix the lean with the sprite b**h
Sorry baby, I can't make it, got another flight b**h
But you know what? But you know what?
Man all them b**hes...
Hook:
Makin G's, ma-makin g's, makin g's, ma-makin g's, ma-makin g's, ma-makin g's, half a million dollars, half a million dollars, half a million dollars on my lap, on my lap
Verse 3:
I feel like Lil' Phat, how I count my money backwards
A savage in the trap, bumpin Webbie while we wrap up
Rubber bands, duffle bags, prada, gucci, louie rags
Whole lotta fire arms, lights off, laser tag
Half a million dollars on my lap, what the f** is that?
Call that pack, that Pheonix Jones, I open up, it's running back
No b**hes don't work for me, my n***as where that money at
My momma know she birthed a G, her son be worth 100 racks
Money money money, and all I know is money homie
Go and get some choppas maybe you can take it from me homie
Me and Bada**, smokin loud all wild
Keep some ecstasy and liquor lean, couldn't slow me down
b**hes used to walk past, but them hoes know me now
Got them b**hes pumpin pounds, till the shop close down
Flight to Louisiana, my n***as with country grammar
But don't ever get it twisted, they poppin tags and hammers
Hook:
Makin G's, ma-makin g's, makin g's, ma-makin g's, ma-makin g's, ma-makin g's, half a million dollars, half a million dollars, half a million dollars on my lap, on my lap
||There's definitely a few mistakes, I was just trying to get a rough guess of my interpretation up.||