It don’t matter any weather cuzz I’m out here trying to get a bag inI’m out here trying to get my chedder up but you know I ain’t ratting I’m doing numbers like a register I hide the money in the attic You out of line and of a character thinking I’m about to let you have it I’ll run up this money like speedy Gonzalez I’m trying to get richer for me and my momma The money comeing I been stacking the dollars mo money mo problems but money can solve‘em Down bad broke visions of balling I was living bad no money calling try to help a ratchet bitch she dawg me now I seen the hoe I’m flexing an flossing whipping the lex with my wrist on frosty being a Boss going to call me I ain’t tripping winning better than loses shut your mouth when a real nigga talking money follow me I swear it be stalking dead presidents is all I’m envolved in Had them Crackers hid in the closet trien to get to the shit had to crawl in