[Intro: Birdman]

Make it so fresh, YM

So fly so priceless , CMB bitch

Just another day on the

Top floor of the balcony bitch

Live it how we live it

Mula, Drizzy

You what it is, young appreciate that

It's big money poppin baby boy

Ain't none of that lil biddy

More, mo more milli

More, mo more milli

Yeah...

[Verse 1: Birdman]

It's pearl white candy paint job fly

Big timer on the loose

Got a bitch riding five

And everytime I pull up you know I'm iced up

When I step up in the club I light the bitch up

Back on my saddle throwing purple out the truck

Candy paint rally stripe shining like us

Pearly white maybach, hatchback automatic

Straps stash spots under the rack

Bitch, ready to spray that

Foreign grinds hard times

Getting mines, you know uptown

Big time doing time

You know, Harley Davis baby

Cash money is pay me so you pay me how it weigh

Baby, black, gold

100 mill off the floor

Never told now you know how it go bitch

One hundred, one hundred

[Verse 2: Drake]

Lord!

You're now fucking with the most requested

The young nigga that everybody is so obsessed with

And black on black 62 float majestic

Me and Stunna in it, boy I'm just so connected

Caught up in a popularity contest

It's about to reach my dreams and I ain't even got my arms stretched

Thank Me Later first week I'm taking all bets

Because a million copies isn't really far fetched

I keep credit cards in cash knots

I keep my darkest shades on until the flash stops

It's for my LA girls getting them implants

And all my DC girls getting them ass shots

Got em for a reason shawty, go ahead buss it open

I keep a secret baby, nothing's heard when nothing's spoken

Haters talk it like my buzz isn't enough promotion

And I just lost a Gucci sandal in the fucking ocean

Damn, I guess the problems of a teen star

Have confused all the conversations between y'all

And dog that's funny, pay me what owe me nigga

All cash money

[Verse 3: Bun B]

Yeah!

Boy it's that big body nigga in his big-bodied car

Got a big body boppa with that million-dollar drawer

She said "Daddy I like sushi", so baby take me raw

I pulled out my strapped condom, looked down said "naw!"

Cigar full of kush, you need prescriptions to access

Laying on a mattress, with your favourite actress

My flow is going out, I said baby pass the matches

And let her top me off while I'm tapping off the ashes

Classy but classless, you danced off the guest-list

A lady here but said it, nigga get past it

Take it what you've got, you should've passed it

You was moving slower than molasses, it's time you were nasty

Give it up too, it's a jack, don't move

This is murder music, nigga don't disturb this groove

Too trill with the team, Cash Money ?

We true players down to the last chromosome