[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]