A.B.M all about the money

and we stack it up, pile them rack on up, yall can't fuck wit us, we let them choppers bust, all about the money all about the money son x2 we all about the money, most u niggas move funny, just a bunch of bummy dummies, dont make me pull down the scully bitch, cause i can get gully quick, go to jail, get bail, then pay for it, cause we stack them chips, a couple racks dont make u rich, i get a couple racks off one bitch, i can buss a trap that cost more than ur whole whip, and u know for a hit its only like 5 grips, this aint the movies it aint that expensive, matter fact ut aint expensive for shit, not to mention im hood rich, i can get u lined for shit, just on my word, i can have this turd in a ditch, for flapping lips after the lick, you can get smacked wit the stick, trust me these chops fucking hit, and can easily flip the script, whats that smell?? nigga u shit? scared lil bitch