[Intro: Young Mummy]
Yeah, yeah
Money, money, money
[Verse 1: Young Mummy]
No more club going I'm saving cash (saving that cash)
n***as working on the grind to heighten up my stash (stashing)
Young kid still tryna grow a stash
Yeah, take your girl in a flash
Swimming on my dick, no fish stick (fishing)
Smile for me cheese-cheddar bay biscuit
Ain't nobody f**ing with this clique (Ain't nobody f**ing with the clique)
Day and night on our pimp sh**
Day and night on this pimp sh** (24/7)
I got granite, no limp dick
Tear the p**y up call it ripstick
You dipsticks can't touch me
Your girlfriend want to f** me
Put hearts eyes under my pictures
She love me, but I am not cuffing (We ain't cuffing these hoes)
No, no, married to the money
Swear this n***a put a ring on it
I will be who I be, but I swear to you no sting on it
[Hook: Young Mummy]
f** a ho, f** a rival
Everybody turnt upon my arrival
We gone stack this cash (We ain't doing nothing but stacking cash)
Show off these money bags
Money bags
No popping tags
Just money bags, just money bags
[Verse 2: Young Mummy]
Grind n***a, my time n***a
To shine n***a, get mine n***a
Take over quick six seconds, call it Vine n***a
And I haven't reached my prime n***a (Optimus)
I haven't even reached my prime n***a
I don't need batteries, this money game my energizer
Roll through the night, no Eliezer
King of the present but I didn't surprise her
k** that p**y, that's a non-survivor
This dick, I'm the provider
I'm the provider
Bars n***a, no Mars n***a
I want flashy sh**, talking cars n***a
See me in those stars n***a
Hungover me slept on those bars n***a
Roll up in the Aston, everybody looking
Two years later rich off the shows I'm booking
[Hook]
Outro
Yeah
No popping tags
Prez on the beat n***a
Young Mummy round here
Thick Crust, homie Lil Buckz
We in this b**h
Straight up, Zone 6
Turn up, turn up, turn up
f** a ho, f** a rival
And we gone stack this cash
Money bags
Money
Money bag HA!