[Intro: Deante’ Hitchcock]

I got money now, ooh

Ayy, ooh, damn, okay

Ayy-ooh, ayy-ooh

[Verse 1: Deante’ Hitchcock]

Remember they told me that I wouldn't get it

Then I went and got it (Hmm, shit, huh)

I ain't have shit but lint in my pockets, nigga

I was havin' withdrawals, now I'm at the bank

Makin' deposits, nigga

Shout out to 50, boy, get rich or die tryin'

Ain't no other option, I gotta go get it

Remember my mom bein' broke as a joke, pay the rent with the light bill, shawty

They cut off the lights, it was dark at the house

But I knew I was bright still, shawty

Then they cut off the heat and my heart got cold

I'm talkin' a'bout ice chills, shawty

I knew I was great, even though niggas hated

I made it like Mike WiLL, shawty

Went from eatin' on ramen to gettin' it poppin'

Can't take shit for granted, you know how we rockin'

I made it look easy, like Straight Outta Compton

And now I'm on go, ain't no motherfuckin' stoppin'

You see what I saw comin' up from the bottom

Made me a menace like Dennis, no Rodman (Ayy, ooh)

Gettin' the shit, ain't no muhfuckin' problem (Ayy, ayy)

Said get 'em, I got 'em, quit fuckin' around, nigga (Ayy, ayy)

[Pre-Chorus: Deante’ Hitchcock]

Nigga, fire the blunt, ayy

For all of the times we were late on the rent at the first of the month, ayy

It was PB&J every day, now we eatin' on conch for lunch, ayy

Now I walk in the store with my momma and tell her to buy what she want

I ain't hearin' that shit that you talkin' 'bout

[Chorus: Deante’ Hitchcock]

Shut the fuck up, I got money now, bitch

(Ayy, ooh, shit, oh-oh)

I got money now (Ooh, ayy), I got- bitch

Once upon a time though

Ayy-ooh

[Verse 2: Deante’ Hitchcock]

I ain't had no money, my niggas was hungry

My pockets was empty like Chick-Fil-A, Sunday

My future was pretty, my past was ugly

But now I'm back in my bag, lil' buddy

We got the shit out the muhfuckin' mud

And now we wasn't the freshest, but we wasn't bummy

That shit ain't no joke when your money be funny

So I had to jump in the game like Jumanji

I ain't had no money to help out my momma

That shit had me frustrated, shawty

Lookin' back at the sack at the end of the month like

My nigga, we just made it, shawty

Now the baddest bitches be tryna fuck

I can get them all butt naked, shawty

I ain't even tryna fuck on my ex no more

Tell that bitch, I done upgraded, shawty

Find out what I was worth when I put on the tax

Built my foundation, no Fenty, no MAC

Stay out the way, go get money and stack

But if my momma still workin', I cannot relax

These niggas goofy, I'm turnt to the max

I got your babe by my side, word to Zack (Ayy-ooh)

And I'm with Von, Quez, Dre, and Mac (Ayy, ayy)

Nigga, we off the broke, and we ain't goin' back (Ayy, ayy)

[Pre-Chorus: Deante’ Hitchcock]

Nigga, fire the blunt, ayy

For all of the times we were late on the rent at the first of the month, ayy

It was PB&J every day, now we eatin' on conch for lunch, ayy

Now I walk in the store with my momma and tell her to buy what she want

I ain't hearin' that shit that you talkin' 'bout

[Chorus: Deante’ Hitchcock & JID]

Shut the fuck up, I got money now, bitch (Yeah)

(Ayy, ooh, shit, oh-oh)

Yeah

I got money now, bitch

Look, look

[Verse 3: JID]

'Member we stayed in the 'partment

The house was provided by government

And my cousin them slept on the couch with the oven open

Bitch, it felt like The Revenant

Get the covers and read a new covenant, cut the shit

I've been fuckin' the shit out my bucket list

Drop my nuts on the lips of a lusty bitch

For the love of the money, I'm bussin'

Who tryna take it from me?

Shit, I'ma need commissary

If you come for the commas, the consequences

Very common sense to tell 'em

Comin' from never havin' shit is scary as killin' a bear

The frigidity is a bitch, Will Perry in a six

An enigma nigra in a tinted Benz

I done missed the pen, then I gripped the pen

Niggas slit me in, nigga, this revenge

Fuck what they talkin' (Woah, shit, woah, shit)

I got a driver, but I was just walkin' (Woah, shit, woah, shit)

I'm a survivor like Jigga, lil' shawty (Woah, shit, woah, shit)

But I was the littlest pick of the litter with shit on my paw

(Woah, shit, woah, shit, woah, shit)

Not at the top, so if I ever drop, I ain't goin' to fall

(Woah, shit, woah, shit, woah, shit)

But we goin' far as forever, infinity, it ain't no quittin'

(Woah, shit, woah, shit, woah, shit)

Me hold that thought

[Pre-Chorus: Deante’ Hitchcock, JID, & Both]

Nigga, fire the blunt, ayy

For all of the times we were late on the rent at the first of the month, ayy

It was PB&J every day, now we eatin' on conch for lunch, ayy

Now I walk in the store with my momma and tell her to buy what she want

I ain't hearin' that shit that you talkin' 'bout

[Chorus: Deante’ Hitchcock]

Shut the fuck up, I got money now