Dre Polo - On My sh** lyrics

[ Intro, Dre Polo] Woo, ohh you smell it, it's money [Chorus, Dre Polo] b**h I'm on my sh**, and I ain't acting like it stank Running to the money, yea we heading to the bank Tell the bank teller give me all Ben Franks Young rich n***as give a f** what they thank [ Verse 1, Dre Polo] Cause b**h I'm on my sh**, and I ain't acting like it stank Running to the money, yea we heading to the bank Stacking up my mula, spend it on my j**la Ten gold chains call me slick rick the rula And I be riding through by old hood but I'm new sh** Same old attitude but I'm in new six We be eating Soho we be eating Ruth Chris Screaming f** the popo on my Ice Cube sh** I be getting love in bodegas out in Brooklyn Stacking up money sh** taller than Bushwick Let the money pile up, had to change the style up See me on IG and I got my smile up b**h I'm balling out I can buy my own sport Pay my n***a lawyer fees if he go the court Playing old Biggie, f** b**hes get money If you ain't tryna get it broke n***a get from me [Chorus, Dre Polo] b**h I'm on my sh**, and I ain't acting like it stank Running to the money, yea we heading to the bank Tell the bank teller give me all Ben Franks Young rich n***as give a f** what they thank [Verse 2, Dre Polo] Dre Polo be the one these rap n***as wanna envy I'm making 7 out of 10 you ain't even made a penny My chicks look creole, you need Ms. Cleo Off the wall Mike Jack, you other n***as Tito And I'm sipping on Clicqout, I don't do the smirnoff Talking about money broke n***a we ain't heard yall I get love in the Third Ward like the bird call Grinding so much I f** around and take year off And come right back on my own schedule Made myself a boss tell these lables I won't settle All these n***as mad cause Im on a new level All gold bezel, eyes reder than the devil Swear that all you n***as weird, and all you n***as strange This is my year and I made my own lane f**ing up the game, screaming money ain't a thang Wake up to good head, champagne and MaryJane [ Chorus]