[Young Swift:]
Yea
[Hook: Young Swift]
I woke up this morning, with a brand new swag
Like f** these n***as, let's get this cash
I like money and b**hes, and b**hes with money
I'm a real a** n***a, you can't take that from me
I like money and b**hes {Yea}, and b**hes with money {I Like}
Money and b**hes {Yea}, and b**hes with money {I Like}
Money and b**hes {b**hes}, money and b**hes {b**hes}, money and b**hes {I Like}
Money and b**hes {I Like}
[Verse 1: Young Swift]
Look
Ok I like that cash, I like that loaf
She say she like that dick, well girl that dick like you
It's Charge Nation the army, give that soldier salute
And if it's me and my b**h then I like that coupe
I throw some ice on too, just so I shine right
Then I blow what's left, getting my mind right
Money on the radar get it till the graveyard
And my homie got that thang n***a, go on play hard {heh}
Ok it's raining, n***a what that flood cost
I found hate, but no love lost
Do it like I taught you, getting twisted like a cork screw
If you ever wanna ball, then tell them Swiffa sports you {Hey}
[Hook: Young Swift]
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
I got money with n***as {Yea}, she like n***as with money {Snow}
I say "Cot Damn girl! Hey what's up with your tummy! " {Yeaaaa}
She say "Look at me Snow. You know I been in the gym. {Yea}
He ain't blowin on strong, so I ain't f**in with him. {Ha Haaa}
See you stepped up your swag {Swag}, See you rockin them Timbs."
I say "b**h these just boots! {Boots} You see me rockin these gems! {Damn}
Don't I look Liberace? {... Ace} Don't I look so Versace? {Snow}
Take a look at me now! {Now} I used to trap in huaraches! " {Yeaaaa}
Right now you a 10 as you see I can count
I said "You sure look good, hey but what's in your account? " {Aye}
I don't f** broke b**hes, {Nah} cause them b**hes be funny {Funny}
They spend they money on b**hes, {b**hes} I like my b**hes with money
Snow {Yea}
[Hook: Young Swift]
[Verse 3: Jim Jones]
I woke up this morning, praise to Allah
Last night got crazy, blew 20k at the bar
Love them b**hes with credit, a car, and a job
I'm a freak for them watches, my dick get hard for Chopards {Grr}
Hopped out left the turbo on, got out it like word is born
Her mouth is fowl but it turn me on
Had to crack a dial on that Tourbillion
APT that's watch talk, Black GT that's drop talk
Like a baby head, my top soft
Hit the club and we pop collars
Private jet, one way to heaven
Taking bets 2k11
Hold's 8 stacks and I ain't sweatin
40 for the stone 8 for the setting {Grr}
She need a job talkin bout she don't need a man
I said f** you b**h, I don't need a b**h
I just feed them dreams like Peter Pan
[Hook: Young Swift]