[Intro]

Eat my shit up, yess

Hunnids, fifties, twenties, ones...

I don't care what it is

I got bills to pay, car note to pay

I need my nails done, my hair did

I need my moneys, eyebrows on fleek

Hello...

Bounce

[Hook](x9)

Fifties and hunnids (Whip it, Whip it)

Sweep up that money (Whip it, Whip it)

Do ya shit, Do ya shit

[Verse 1 : Pricetag]

Momma said don't trust a bitch, trust women

I started out selling grams, bud tending

Try'na touch millions, ain't got time to touch prison

Ain't nobody give me shit, so there will be zero fucks given

So tonight I'm off the shit, tonight I'm off my bop

I'll pull up I need some top

I'm letting you know that off the top

Keep my head up like the tip off, waiting for the ball to drop

And the only time i use my phone is when i'm calling shots

See I ain't never dropped the dime

Unless the ho was on my nerves, yelling with her words

Going through my phone, actin' like its hers

Plus she brought a dog, pulled him out the purse

Now he dropping turd, shit is getting worse

See the way I upgrade it gotta hurt

Coming at me sideways, you gotta swerve

Three word for these birds: do not disturb, Uh

[Bridge]

Always seem to lose myself in the moment

Fucking around the room, flaunting like you want it

And I want it, yea I need it

I throw every dime just to see it

Bounce

[Hook] (x8)

Fifties and hunnids (Whip it, Whip it)

Sweep up that money (Whip it, Whip it)

Do ya shit, Do ya shit

[Verse 2 : Oktane]

As soon as I walk in, they know where the money at

You look like you done this before

Cause you know where the rookies and dummies at

Bring that ass here.... Sat down, plastered

Lap danced, tapped her, told her vibrate faster

And she just want to fuck her favorite rapper

It's my third drink up in my hand tonight so

Every jam is my jam tonight

I leave tomorrow so go ham tonight

Go overtime for your man tonight

She said my back too sore my bra too tight

But my booty still shake to the left to the right

The girls in the club be dancing like a stripper

You the stripper that be dancing like

Bouncin' and shakin', shakin' you be boucin'

Raining money so it's money you're countin'

One hunnid, two hunnids, three hunnids

I need One hunnid, two hunnids, three hunnids

They hate broke niggas, they love me homie

And their home girl all mess with the team homie

And the team is the fam I don't need homies

When the beat drop, make it

Bounce

[Hook] (x8)

Fifties and hunnids (Whip it, Whip it)

Sweep up that money (Whip it, Whip it)

Do ya shit, Do ya shit

[Bridge]

Always seem to lose myself in the moment

Fucking around the room, flaunting like you want it

And I want it, yea I need it

I throw every dime just to see it