I′m talking cash

I'm talking money

I get it fastWon′t take it from me

I'm on the block

I'm selling rocks

I hate cops

I tote glocks

I keep it real nigga

I′m a money getter

Believe that

I got that dom perignon by the six pack

I got bout two or 3 stacks in the strip club

All these mother fuckin bitches know I′m selling drugs

Yeah p t cruiser hoe

Say you want war let's go

Let′s go

Let them pussy niggaz know

No playing bout my cash flow

Six 4 drop top

Ben's off the car lot

Sitting on 22s

Hoes on my every move

Just left Pittsburgh

Bought me a mossberg

Yeah I got that sawed off

Blow your fuck ass off

Me and Bobby J

P t you know what′s up

It's money nigga money nigga

Money stack it up

My life′s real

Quarter meal

Big city work like Jacksonville

No Jaguars just hood stars

Splash that water on a glass jar

There go the car

With them big feet

Nine piece

Without the crime sheet

A dime piece

That like to grind teeth

Cause she popped a pill

Now that's a mind freak

Poof my roof gone

Call it chris angel

I should have a gold medal

Kurt angle

My plug espanol

Twisted not the one to tangle

Post up like a banner

You'll think it′s star spangled

Where I′m from

They test some

With 40 cals and banana drums

Play dumb I ain't seen shit

Smoke loud

One vick

Q b p t

Big dogs pedigree

Fuck that shit yall telling me

Hunter hurst hemsley

Back up on my shit to legit

Seen a couple bricks

And some net flicks

Groupie chicks

Wanna see the dick

Play with it lay with it

Have a good day with it

Call me sleazy J

Baby I be on some reckless shit