[Verse 1 - Young Dolph:] 2 grands on my shades, 2 grands on my blunt A extra 30k for that coop cause it go 200 2009 is when I counted my first 200 Plug say it's okay so I'm on the way little hunda Streets craving, fans waiting, tell them that I'm coming They ask me where I've been I've been in the trap pumping First spot, 3 seat is never told nobody I kick it tough in the trap, no karate Porsche from reefer in the trunk of that escort I get it in I get it out, import, export Louie lugagges, Cartier's walking through that airport The conversation ain't about money then I wouldn't care for it [Hook - Young Dolph:] More money more yalts shh, that [?] talk I call that spot the money house, money talk Money talk, that's that money talk Money talk, that's that money talk More money more [?] shh, that [?] talk I get it in, I get it out, money talk, money talk Money talk, that's that money talk Money talk, that's that money talk [Verse 2 - Don Trip:] That money talking, I'm always listening My undivided, attention span Even when the paper whispering That low load, I'm dipping in Bend the corners and pitching in My id say Tennessee, bu*these license say Michigan Yeah, yeah, I'm in the scope But I still ride like Michelin I already hear y'all critics b**hing Like here you got talking bout bricks again My shot percentage is over 10 In other words, I got bricks again Got a chopper just for you jack n***as Burn fat enough to stick a missile in it Not splitting my dividends With no n***a that ain't pitching here Got money, I'll get you touched And I won't even have to lift a limb I'm balling b**h, I'm 50 win All first place, no second win Dolph know I'm gone gonna k** this beat need to notify his next to kin [Hook]