[Hook: Rick Ross]
Girl I let my money work, work let my money work x8
[Verse 1 - Uncle Murda:]
b**h I let my money work in California
b**h I'm with the mexicans, in Arizona
b**h I'm talking pure white for every thousand grands
b**h I'm talking white girls on the Peter Pan
b**h I'm sitting at the light in some big sh**
Talking big sh**, listening to big sh**
Quarter mill for my big chains, hey papi I need a hundred things
A hundred homie? n***a you heard me a hundred things
b**h I let my money work, I'm blowing thousands
b**h I got my whole crew out of public housing
Town over tell me to tell Ross I got that
The police, the F boys, the DEA can't stop that
That nina, that.40, that AK I pop that
That Louis, that Gucci that flossy I rock that
That new girl with epic insomnia I got that
I got that, n***a you heard me I got that
[Hook: Rick Ross]
Girl I let my money work, work let my money work x8
[Verse 2 - French Montana:]
I'm putting overtime b**h I let my money work
You know I overgrind b**h now I'm 20 worth (milli)
Still riding dirty hanging on the stake
Talking 40 shard kit for the break
Me and Murda on the back block swerving
Higher than a motherf**er feel turbulence
I let my money twerk, twerk let the b**hes smurk, smurk
Let the dogs go, let them drivers skurve
I know some average sis, I know some p**n stars
I own some bentley sis, I got some sports car
Underground we spend that, little bars I in that
Hottest n***as we been that, fast cars we in that
Correct to try to save me, won't see me on a warning poster
Stand up with the work, count on money all in one motion
I'm talking same damn time
Knowing I'm a make 'em when I was way back griding, coke boy
[Hook: Rick Ross]
Girl I let my money work, work let my money work x8