They yellin', "Bobby put the crack down!"
A n***a makin' money off of rap now
So I had to pa** the trap down
In the studio, I feel like Uncle Sam now
Mama always said I was a problem kid
Movin' work, I used to traffic where my mama live
And I even kept them ratchets at my mama crib
I had a 9, a 45 and a banana clip
Pull up on a n***a with a hundred rounds
Ain't no shootin' out the car, we gon' run him down
I told Monte, "Have him dead before the Sun is down"
Then I tell Fredricks, "Hit the club and bring a hundred out"
b**h a hundred out
b**h a hundred out
b**h, money ain't a problem
Bring them gunners out, (Blaow)
Bring them gunners out
b**h money ain't a problem
Shawty, bust it open, bend it over, how ya feel?
First they hit me up and then I got up, made a mil'
And my dogs don't swap it if that package ain't sealed
I ain't talkin' 'bout them Beats, but my dog slangin' pills
The Pepsi and the Cola, crocs and the cobra
Artist and promoter, pull the Phantom and the boat up
Like haan
Mr. Chow's when we chow down
Bumping B.I.G. on the G5, Soundcloud
Lookie here, baby, lookie here
Money over everything, that's just how it is
Champagne everything, caviar tears
Don't be 'fraid of this money, baby, that's just how it is
b**h, money ain't a problem
b**h, money ain't a problem
Money ain't a problem
b**h, money ain't a problem
I got cash, if you a bad b**h, f** with me baby, baby
One time, one, one time
Got a bad b**h in the back seat and she ride with me
You see me shinin'!
220 on the dash, but she drivin' me crazy, crazy
One time, one, one time
b**h, you know you gon' ride to the top if you ride with me
I'm ridin', I'm ridin', I'm ridin', baby
n***a I was home sleep, that's my alibi
So I don't even know who let the hammer fly
I just know if it's problems, prolly down to ride
So keep 'em occupied, I slick 'em while your pocket's dry
When you sigh your deal, they wanna know, boy
Tell 'em that I'm GS9, Coke Boy
And tell 'em we brought guns for the smoke, boy
My n***a French still get it by the boat, boy
Say that Shmoney ain't a problem
We drop a bag on 'em, top dollars
And for a Cuban link collar
My lil' n***a Monte go and pop yah
I got shooters where you lack, I got Brooklyn on my back
I got hitters out of town, I'll send 'em where you at
For a Rollie or a stack, they'll fly him off his neck
BLAT!
I got cash, if you a bad b**h, f** with me baby, baby
One time, one, one time
Got a bad b**h in the back seat and she ride with me
You see me shinin'!
220 on the dash, but she drivin' me crazy, crazy
One time, one, one time
b**h, you know you gon' ride to the top if you ride with me
Yo we spendin' money and we dancin'
Let's dance, come on
b**h, money ain't a problem
b**h, money ain't a problem
Money ain't a problem
b**h, money ain't a problem
Forty auti' loaded, countin' paper, duckin' 12
Run up on you, blow it, that ain't nothin', I got bail
A n***a came up out that bottom, yeah I'm talkin' 'bout that sewer
Went and caught a lick and then I dropped that on the j**eler
Bendin' corners in that 12 and sippin' brown until I hurl up
Model b**hes on me down to s** me 'til I curl up
p**y n***a how you feel? Money on your head
I break that hundred dollar bill
Slump right behind your wheel
I got cash, if you a bad b**h, f** with me baby, baby
One time, one, one time
Got a bad b**h in the back seat and she ride with me
You see me shinin'!
220 on the dash, but she drivin' me crazy, crazy
One time, one, one time
b**h, you know you gon' ride to the top if you ride with me
Let's get this money
b**h, money ain't a problem
b**h, money ain't a problem
Money ain't a problem
b**h, money ain't a problem