[Hook: Johnny Maycash]
The money came fast, now these n***as hate
I'm gon' get that cake, b**h I'm gon' get straight
I might f** your ho so get her out my face
I catch her out there standin' every day
Now I check the bag, it filled with spaz of course
I'm only 19 bout to cop a Porsche
He say he flexin' but his money short
You fast as fire, need to go back where you started
[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Ridin' in that mojo lowey
Pockets filled with hundred money
I am not no dummy dummy
Pistol hit your tummy tummy
And I got a tommy tommy
Glock 10 marked doin' bunnies bunnies
He want beef its funny funny
We come through, army army
All we see is running running
Guess what, I am blunted blunted
This sh** smells like onions onions
Trae Cas Stacy be smokin' that funny funny, funny
Swear that sh** ain't funny funny
3.5 in my blunted blunted
Let me get some top honey
Then I might just bone it bone it
Walk in the label, then I'm runnin' runnin'
I need my cash at this f**in' moment
This is Bentley, we is not no Hummers
Don't make me catch a f**in' homie
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Johnny Maycash]
I drink mud n***a, hella mud n***a
I keep lotta pills just to keep me up n***a
That's the drug n***a, you ain't no drug n***a
You wish you was Swisher, I'm the plug n***a
Sosa n***a, with the 36 grams of the good n***a
I feel good n***a, I wish you would n***a
Bust a .30 pistol, ain't sh** like Tiger woods n***a
They say they get money, he don't get money
Boy show me your pockets, can you stop this logic
These n***as broke, they ain't gettin' nothin'
Steady watchin' the money come and go
But my n***as be on it
Cash rule everything my n***a
You know that we want it
[Hook]