| Look, I ain’t got no time, I’m chasin money |
| The only thing on my mind is stack them hunneds |
| Told my bitch I’m on my grind, she said she understand |
| And even if she don’t then she gonn need another man |
| Baby I ain’t got no time, I’m chasin money |
| The only thing on my mind, is stack them hunneds |
| Told my bitch I’m on my grind, she said she understand |
| And even if she don’t then she gonn need another man |
| Baby I ain’t got no time |
| Now go my money talk, racked up, tood up I guess that explain my funny walk, they hating on get 2 fucks |
| I’m still on that stupid shit, get your ass slit on It’s gonn be the same story, my son ain’t dead shit wrong |
| For that money I go harder than a bitch |
| This 5% on my whip boy, it’s a monster in that shit |
| Don’t fuck with me, that common sence like a communist I flip |
| So stay about it mine nigga, you tryina get so i’m get on your grind nigga |
| Bad young… reporting from the land of the killers |
| So fucking fly I can stand on the ceiling |
| I’m getting riches so I can’t really vibe with my bitch |
| The only time we talk is when she help me on count my shit |
| Fuck around and stumble cross a couple m’s |
| I put 100 karats in my double m Dope money, saving all the public shit |
| Hustling until all my neighbors republicans |
| Doubling so I tax just like the government |
| Dunk Ryder but none of my niggas suffering |
| Little niggas be replaying when they mumbling |
| Fuck em all we came to give em they punishment |
| Shook… the 45 be under it, rich nigga 50 mill I ain’t started shit |
| Nigga think he real, bitch I’m some other shit |
| Nigga keep it real, pay for your mother’s shit |
| Cause the money don’t sleep, and until I’m filthy rich |
| I’ma still be in these fucking streets |
| I’m addicted to designer, bad bitches and weed |
| I fuck with the same hoes as them niggas in the league |
| And thye know real when they see it, these diamonds be the cleanest |
| These vvs1′s girl I hope you ain’t anemic |
| And I been on the run baby I ain’t fucking off |
| I see when I see you, hell it’s barely time to talk |
| I got a bitch from out of town, always tryina text |
| So I flew her ass down, made a dance and got check |
| And she say she love a nigga but the feeling isn’t mutual |
| She told ain’t a damn thang to a real future, real talk |