| My nig-my nigga Menace on the beat, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Ron-Ron, yeah, hey, hey, hey |
| Gang, gang, gang, gang |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| (Ron-Ron do that shit) |
| Secret service guns, presidential on my wrist |
| Twenty Escalades like Obama in this bitch |
| Private residential, got a million-dollar crib |
| It’s money over everything, nigga fuck a bitch |
| Secret service guns, presidential on my wrist |
| Twenty Escalades like Obama in this bitch |
| Private residential, got a million-dollar crib |
| It’s money over everything, nigga fuck a bitch |
| It’s money over bitches, but you knew that |
| I done jaked the hunnid bands, and I blew that |
| Told your bitch «I want some pussy», and she do that |
| Twenty bands to kick it in the section, It’s a coupé |
| I want it all blue chips, like some cool ranch |
| I throw my money in the air, do a cool dance |
| Evisu hanging off my ass, these some cool pants |
| Off the percs, I meditate like a Buddhist |
| I got a older bi', she say I’m the cutest |
| Nigga switch like a bitch, like they Judas |
| Still rock true religion, I’m the truest |
| I wish my lawyer Happy Hanukkah, he Jewish |
| Secret service guns, presidential on my wrist |
| Twenty Escalades like Obama in this bitch |
| Private residential, got a million-dollar crib |
| It’s money over everything, nigga fuck a bitch |
| Secret service guns, presidential on my wrist |
| Twenty Escalades like Obama in this bitch |
| Private residential, got a million-dollar crib |
| It’s money over everything, nigga fuck a bitch |
| Lil' nigga, that’s a trap phone |
| I’m like a dyke in this club with the strap on |
| I can spit it at your bitch, get my mac on |
| Karate kid, I talk a brick, nigga wax on |
| Chopstick not the type you eat the food with |
| I got dick for you and every bitch you cool with |
| Bitches act so Ashanti, foolish |
| So I fuck 'em one time, then I’m through with 'em |
| Nigga fuck one time, I ain’t cool with 'em |
| My nigga don’t do construction, keep a tool with 'em |
| He goin' stupid ay, I’ma act a fool with 'em |
| Before we set a nigga up, we act cool with 'em |
| Secret service guns, presidential on my wrist |
| Twenty Escalades like Obama in this bitch |
| Private residential, got a million-dollar crib |
| It’s money over everything, nigga fuck a bitch |
| Secret service guns, presidential on my wrist |
| Twenty Escalades like Obama in this bitch |
| Private residential, got a million-dollar crib |
| It’s money over everything, nigga fuck a bitch |
| Third verse, now I don’t usually do this |
| I got a question baby, would you let the crew hit? |
| You like, married to your nigga? Try some new dick |
| Sell heroin to a junkie tell 'em shoot it |
| We at the club for the bitches, start recruitin' |
| That nigga bunt me, we goin' get to shootin' |
| We at the club for the bitches, start recruitin' |
| That nigga come at me wrong, we get to shootin' |
| Presidential Rolex nigga, secret service |
| I see 12 in the field, I get nervous |
| I’m in the hills right now, I got no service |
| I was sellin' coke but I knew I had a purpose |
| Secret service guns, presidential on my wrist |
| Twenty Escalades like Obama in this bitch |
| Private residential, got a million-dollar crib |
| It’s money over everything, nigga fuck a bitch |
| Secret service guns, presidential on my wrist |
| Twenty Escalades like Obama in this bitch |
| Private residential, got a million-dollar crib |
| It’s money over everything, nigga fuck a bitch |