This money Got me paranoid, I be walking down Florida Blvd, can’t catch me lacking always keep a strap on me This money Got me paranoid, I be walking down Florida Blvd, can’t catch me lacking always keep a strap on me I be doing my dance, turnt up to the roof, they know I’m official, when I step up in the booth, when I do my dance dadada, when I do my dance dadada Hotboy season, we gonna let that Mac blow, give me a reason, why you leaving, we were supposed to grow, I’m running up that money like a tree top, your last song was trash how did you flop