[Intro]

(Ayy, Lucid, turn that shit up)

Turn that shit all the fuckin' way up man

Only way is up anyway man, yo

[Chorus]

Throw my hat to my side and my gun in my boxers

I feel like the man, I do, I do

Say a prayer to God, forgive me for the things I do

Three pistols outside, had to talk my shit, say a thing or two

I'm in love with money

I love mummy even when Bands ain't in the mood

[Verse 1]

He ain't bad, it's straight cap, go let the tray clap

Run with your friends or defend it

Sh-shoot then we're seen, won't lend it

G-lock attachments extended

Yo, there's a war in the ends, we're firing skengs

Hashtag, lacking is ended

I never pretended, swing 'round your block

Buy, buy, forget the friendship

I love money and it loves me too

With all this money, I can buy a new drum

Tryna cop me a yard

Take my girl to the shard and watch the view

Bro, cut, slide out with the dots

Give him the, he didn't know what to do

Lil G's charged up, left him scarred up

Bro got masked up and he, shot the yout

We don't sell guns, we buy and fire them

L ain't a liar, need some killers, I hire them

Air out the flames like firemen

Lil' bro by my side, got more than five of them

Put all my trust in the O

My opps are wet, put them in the dryer then

Collars are chavs, so go on then, try it then

'Bout to drop my mixtape, go buy it then

I lost Mark, that's M.A.R.K

The king from the start

I lost Smegs

So much stress to my head

I felt all the pain to my heart

Put my heart on my sleeve and it rained in the dark

Shoot with skill, you can train in the park

I'll aim at your clart

Hashtag play with a star

Don't play with marns

[Chorus]

Throw my hat to my side and my gun in my boxers

I feel like the man, I do, I do

Say a prayer to God, forgive me for the things I do

Three pistols outside, had to talk my shit, say a thing or two

I'm in love with money

I love mummy even when Bands ain't in the mood

[Verse 2]

The Rolls-Royce got lights in the top

I'm the GOAT, so I'm comin' back right for my spot

I don't like people that say my mind's evil

I don't like shit, let alone, like all my opps

I can strike all the dots

Swing it and fight for my block

Lil' bro tryna slide with the Glock

Izzpots in jail, he loves knifin' a lot

The internet typin' a lot (Bands)

I know my opps must hate that back in the day all of them were fans

You're a lucky, lil' boy, if my machine jams

You better get low if my machine slams

Smooth with it, head top, I'm shootin' it

Walk with it, back street gang

Bro bro's drivin', I'm in the passy man

Straight slappy gang

Yo, put my life on the line, I just walk in it

Shit's unfortunate, I got a voice, so I talk with it

Givin' my sisters hugs

I tell 'em it's love, can never get bored of it

Justice for M, I'm sortin' it, literally all of it

Coke in the club, got everyone sortin' it

Shotty too long, so we shorten it (Ying that)

Everyone's rubbed, bro corner them

RIPs and 3's when you come from the hood though

Broadwater estate, me, I was with SJ

History, may I still ask if it's good though

We used to get down, everyone get down

Leave with a blacked out, three-door Punto

Pull up to man, wah gwan, are you good, bro?

Fly at the next man's hood show (Brr, boi, boi, boi)

[Outro]

I love money, money