Yeah I′m up on the scene, got a blade and a beam

What you mother fuckers know 'bout me?

All these god damn bands got a stash of the greenYeah I really get it on three

Make it flip, make it mother fucking work

This′ll hurt if you really want dirt

Got it first on a beat I'ma murk

I'ma burst right back, I′ma lurk

First of the month, get paid

Hop back to the range

Bitch you better know I ain′t playing

If you hate what I'm on you a lame

Get the fuck out my way

I don′t got time, no time for a fake

I'ma pop, I′ma rise like a cake

Never stop, no way I'ma break

I′ma get mine, you should get yours

I'ma get mine, you should get yours

Let the money talk, let the bread work

Let the money talk, let the bread work

Bada bing bada boom

Yeah I got 5, 6 bitches in the room

Ain't it ′bout a bitch that you really wanna cool?

If you ain′t got a kid you can slide for the move

Surprise, who knew? I ride with a tool

Your bitch wanna fuck, I advise you move

I been really 'bout a buck, I don′t play by the rules

And I'm finna live it up, out my way you a fool

Big big bread, selling two for forty

Big big bed where your hoe gone blow me

Bitch don′t trip I am not your homie

You don't know me, smoking OG

I′ma get mine, you should get yours

I'ma get mine, you should get yours

Let the money talk, let the bread work

Let the money talk, let the bread work

Let the money talk, let the bread work

Let the money talk, let the bread work