[Intro: TakBar and DJ Drama] [TakBar] Yeah, it's DC n***a You see what we doing in these f**ing streets Pushing the flyest whips, f**ing the baddest chicks Big guns with 30 shot clips, motherf**ers can't see us All gold AP's, these n***as wearing G-Shocks We sending G4 pilots to the Wing Stop Going where they said we wouldn't and doing what they said we couldn't We come from nothing n***a, let's get this f**ing money [DJ Drama] I got my money right, call me Rich Homie Dram [Verse 1: Meek Mill] I'm sipping on patrón n***a My b**h bad to the bone n***a She f**ed up, I'm f**ed up She like how we gon' get home n***a I can't smoke that strong n***a Swear that's word to my PO That lil chick to expensive for you I'll take her back like repo Say, shorty want a pair of red bottoms f**ed her good then I went and got 'em Percs got me f**ing for a hour Got a boyfriend, forget about him I got young n***as that'll get it popping And all my n***as get a dollar Started of with an impala Now all my whips a hundred thousand Hold up, Now throw your rollies up in the air And wave that sh** to the side n***a Bad b**hes just popping p**y, you dead broke just die n***a On private jets we fly n***a Sipping lean, we high n***a Stand tall, feet five n***a They riding for ya, they die with ya Say foreign whips my f**ing problem Got a couple, don't f**ing drive them My homies whip them like f**ing molly Mo' money mo' f**ing problems Yo' wrist [?] I'ma take that I'm everywhere that that cake at Them hoes stunted, this the the payback Im in a Rolls-Royce screaming out Maybach [Hook: Future] Money ain't no issue Im on them mollies and prescription Lean inside my cup I beat that p**y till she miss me f** n***a die slow, I don't give a f** if he come up missing Any n***a gettin' money I salute ya, I salute ya [Verse 2: Future] Young n***a in a beemer coupé with a lot of money and a lot of booze Young n***a getting plenty money I'm turnt up than Tom Cruise Mollies all in my cup n***a, screwed up I ain't slowing down AP I'm trigger happy n***a, young n***as at Atlanta Zoo Shootin the A up out the chamber n***a [?] Bad b**h from Beverly hills I'mma f** her good on TMZ Quarter mill for the AP, Quarter mill for Lambo Quarter mill for a new truck, quarter mil' that's on the counter FreeBand I'm eating now, Rock and roll no guitar A lotta d** and a lotta b**hes I'mma f** the b**h like a p**n star [Hook] [Verse 3: Fabolous] Im just tryna chill but n***as really really want to make me talk reckless Have these n***as on your neck, you don't really really want to talk necklace Heard you got L's in the hood you don't really really want to talk Lexus We got it right now man you thing n***as really want to talk Nexus f** the n***a like his b**h say if she with me in a 6 trey She ride the stick every which way while sh** play from the mixtape She say sh** go hard, she say sh** go hard, shorty sound like Big Sean, (Swerve) b**h keep saying Oh God (Oh Gawd) I done f**ed around and got used to money f** game I just use the money All the s**ers get is middle fingers And the bum b**hes get deuces from me So if you getting money, I salute you I'm saluting And if you getting mad I rebuke you, Final Solution n***as like ya'll find excuses n***as like us rock exclusives I come through, beat them streets up cause my whip game so abusive n***a This that getting money music n***a When they play it all the winners gon' lose it n***a [Hook]