All the money
Lots of money
It come in thousands
It's piling, this refeer reefing I smoke the loudest
Young and shooting, it's not a problem
A break? Man, we never snooze
Come and rob some robbers
Got marley's, hella marley's
A private party, in mansion
b**hes dancing, no romancing
Just smashing
Pa** that to my dawg then she get nasty
Pa** that to my plug she come in handy!
Pa** that to my plug she come in handy
White girl and I think her name is Mandy, or Sandy
Turn around think it's candy
Pistols get to firing and your feet they come in handy
Cop my work from Andy, that n***a some can't imagine
Put that on the road and if they snatch it they can have it
Money it just be piling
Money I just be counting
Don't have no money problems all this money out a mountain
The innings come in thousands
This reefer is the loudest
My OG was a trapper so I made him extra proud
The innings come in thousands
This reefer is the loudest
And my OG was a trapper so I made him extra proud
Pa** that to my dawg and all I wanna do is f** the b**h
Rolling off the molly, if he try me Ima blow this b**h
Shawties they be gunning, they be turnt up off that savage sh**
Catch a n***a lackin', 30 off now that boy off the sh**s
Told my youngin's k** 'em when they catch me, you can't tell me sh**
All about my money, Ima tell you
I can't trust a b**h
I'm a younging with the money, ask your b**h I'm in this sh**
I'm a younging with the money, ask your b**h I'm in this sh**
Pull up on 'em, ride up on 'em
Dissapear, that boy's a goner
Money money, Ima own 'em
Dissapear, that boy's a goner
Money money, Ima own 'em
You gon' wife her, Ima bone her
Kushy kushy, my auroma
Make them racks, I trap on course
(Ayee)
Damn all the problems
We totin' goblins
We robbin' robbers
Them diamonds, they should be dancing
Too much [?]
Finnesing, you better catch up
I got my check up
Your b**h, she could s** a lotta dick, but wants romancing
She nagging
I'm paper stacking
Too much attraction
And smoking, that sticky potent
Cooling on mountains
We drown you
Bullets style ya
I'm money [?]
I'm eatin', Bon' Appetite'ing
My stomach growling
You frowning
Your money drowning
You can't announce it
You broke boy
You ain't around it
You [?]
I need it
Your b**h conceited
Our trap is trapping wheelin'
Tray Savage, and Gino Marley
She wanna party!