qmoney we get it like fifty never quit getting lifted quickly getting rich or we die trying smoking all day baby and we flying high in the sky stack the dough to the clouds bitch I got no doubt it's about to be a drought cause ugk gonna round up all the cash and dash fast we gonna ground up all the trash eyy collab on the track and you know it's about to be classic we gonna pull it out our pocket like a hat trick we rich with sick verses they wish they was fit to spit but they worthless I talk shit and spit perfect you heard this we merciless hurting your pride if you know what's best for ya stand to the side and don't even try d minds will tell ya just right we gonna get the dough smoke the dro and take flight like a rocket got the stacks in my pocket imma bring it to ending close it and lock it like a safe ufk slay everyday I don't even need to say it