I be still getting money Every day till I die Ima ride wit my bitch she so fine Smoking on that good Walk like I’m frankstein No more crime in love with grind Wake up counting money With my finger tips 7 times Fuck the fame I just want that house on the hill Where it really shine This is that hot shit Burning on the grill Fire pit Yes we got sticks That’s only if you want to talk shit I’m with clique we getting money Good fellas Shit Cannons like a pirate Money like a banker Shake that ass like salt shaker Watch for hoes they’ll snake ya Just for some Prada I’m a p we break down into peace’s On jack mode Like the stealers No more juice or that alcohol Just focus on how to ball Spend to rent money at the mall First of all let set it off Put the clip in now he running off Money coming in so I had to drop her off Knock it off lock his head off Pro shit call me tiga when I’m playing golf Enxendos longer then a golf club Coffee in my double cup Make me ignore the scrubs Never taking ls only took dub Demon on. Y shoulder he from hell Make you give up Don’t fuck most of these rappers they infidel Actually some rats they ton spill But I’ll pop em like pill And walk away for the thrill Call Micheal Jackson with the skill White girl on me like it’s kill bill Trying get a bill flip to a mill Cuz I got the free will to get this dollar bill to the top like treadmill I’m overkill Got so much drip ima overspill Ride away do the dab Money coming faster when I’m at the trap Ima snag on this beat like crab no cap Always hopin over gaps Smoking gas make relapse need a pass She gonna eat dick like chips Sorry lil hoe but these tricks are for kids We don’t fuck with pig These fuck boys make me nauseous They don’t got no logic Rip to black mamba Running up the digits Getting to the comma Her shoes red bottem But everything Prada Welcome to casa The stars in double r Look like nasa The gas give asthma This beat so hot like magma Money stick to me like a magnet Burberry jacket looking like a picnic When I pull out the stick with quickness Flow with sickness but the beat Fire like a skillet Talking to the spirit looking for that ticket On anyday even Christmas I don’t fuck with feds cuz they they know about