[Hook x2]
If it ain't about the money n***a, I don't wanna hear it
Pray in the UK if it ain't foreign n***a, I don't wanna wear it
Pulled up in the foreign from a block away vroom, ya can hear it
I ain't scared of no n***a, it's only God that I'm fearing
[Verse 1]
Pull up with yo main b**h, what you talking about
Cuz she only wanna f** a n***a, cuz I'm hot now
Let em say I ain't getting money, b**h stop now
Cuz they ain't be no snitching over here mothaf**a don't you ever bring the cops round
All my n***as with the gang and you know they gon' throwed at
If you repping this club, girl you know you gotta throw that
Real n***as step in the building, real money will be rocking the club
Lay your b**h mad that you with you cuz you wanna come f** with a thug
All my n***as stay down, still down with it
If ya talking about the money boy, lets go get it
Got a heavy plan for it though, sh**s real my n***a
I'm cold hearted bout this cold hearted money I don't care how you feel my n***a
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2]
Still down with the day ones
Yeah I'm still down with the day ones
All them n***as my n***as
Yeah all them n***as my n***as
All this champagne bottles in this motherf**ing club girl you know you gotta drink that
Now I know your name girl, gimme your [?] take back
Clicquot for my n***as
Ciroq for the hoes
I be having drinks on how high a n***a get that sh** for low
Don't trip my n***a I could make a phone call if ya want that bird
And I ain't even tripping on your b**h homeboy I don't want that bird
But a n***a still flexing and I'm way up in Texas
Some way up in Houston
And your b**h still texting
[Hook x2]