Chorus: Too turnt I dont really giva f** wat they say If it ain't bout money get the f** out my face You's a broke n***a you can't keep up the paste b**h I keep it real I ain't neva been fake Verse 1: Money on top of money My b**hes they count it for me Im smokin on sour OG Yoo b**h steady tryna blow me Put the weed in the grinder My eyes low like im from china I ball like the 49ers I eat at exspensive diners You ain't speakin my language You too busy hatin I pray to the lord, that one day i'll make it I got these b**hes in the tub straight naked, sippin out the cup , po fo now im wasted Smokin on jamaican.. But im west indian My chick bad, fat a** she brazilian Prince will on the throne, gettin head countin millions Yung bill gates woe im aiming for them billions Chorus: Too turnt I dont really giva f** wat they say If it ain't bout money get the f** out my face You's a broke n***a you can't keep up the paste b**h I keep it real I ain't neva been fake Verse 2: I got b**hes in the east b**hes in west b**hes in the south b**hes in the A Can't get enough, cuz im gettin paid n***as tryna mock me Bou this ain't sherades New jays like everyday Watch me pull up in the range Now im gettin paper Watch how people change sh** just ain't the same Gotta get out the game Ain't f**in wit u lames Cuz im headin for the fame