[Hook: Gangsta Boo] (x2)
I need a money mane (mane) (x4)
I need a n***a 'bout his business
Got money, gon' spend it
Go to sleep up in it and don't stop till he finish
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Whole box of that Bombay, f** me and my posse
It's Juicy J, I'm a rich n***a
Ain't a lot to choose, can't copy
She came over clean and I left that b**h sloppy
High on that Actavis, a n***a, I stay glossy
Zan bars and molly, I be on designer
If you let your chick go, I swear that you won't find her
My diamonds gon' blind her, Louis V remind her
Big bags of that cash, blowing hoes who shaking a**
Everything I pay in cash, the Lambo going extra fast
And the pa**enger is extra bad
We flying in the whip and I'm smoking gas
That check ain't never gon' stop, that's why you extra mad
[Hook] (x2)
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I drop weight, that's how I get a load off
Pitbull in my pa**enger seat is my road dog
If your girl ride with me, she take her clothes off
I'm smoking on the strongest pack till I dose off
Me and Project Pat-ah, this the new chapter
All this f**ing 'caine like a motherf**ing cap-ah
And I'm from the A, I'm bout to bring it back-ah
Tip blocked the way and Ludacris is a actor
Burning like tobacco, southside trapper
Spell 'south' wit' a F, the 'F' stand for f**-ah
And you know I did it, I do it, like, daily
f** wit' me, I'll show you how to turn a brick into a Bentley
Money, money man, ten hundred grand
n***a, that's a mil, that p**y deep, quicksand (deep)
All up in that thang like "you it" when I do it
Chain so dumb, got yo' n***a looking stupid
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Lola Monroe]
Why y'all n***as be loafing? f** is up with that bread?
I ain't the type to be open, 'less you talking that head
Pounds up in that trash bag, bricks up in that MCM
I ain't tripping off no b**h, straight life for it is 10 PM
Stick his tongue inside the box while he chop a eighth down
f** him, f** him, knock him out in the eighth round
All white Lambi, call that b**h albino
I know, I know, it get wetter than a wino
[Verse 4: Project Pat]
I'm that n***a that ya looking for, clean, ho, forget the toes
Chandeliers in my ears and a pocket full of dough
Polo boots, Polo shirt, in demand like some purp
Ain't gon' bust a nut, baby girl, till that coochie squirt
All night on them pills, blowing weed, popping bottles
Pouring rosé in your cup, baby, gon' take a swallow
I buy these hoes nice things, cooking candy rings
I sell 'em good dreams while they eating ding-a-ling
[Hook] (x2)