[Intro]

(Ayy, who that? John Gotitt)

Money must grow on trees for me like '03 Meechie in Magic

Hey, money must— Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]

Money must grow on trees for me like '03 Meechie in Magic

Slime don't climb, nigga we slidin', snake our way up the latter

Early morning I whip batter platters, ain't Aunt Jemima

Get my drop quick, grab the mop up, clean the extras, it matters

Police can't stop us, we make blocks look like they natural disasters

Stick with a drum like I'm Travis, shit came natural, no practice

You gotta extract the gun powder, I learned bleach baths from my daddy

Burn my clothes into ashes, I understand all them taxes

Ask you shoot, go get it, telling too much his business

The streets so tricky, I know niggas brothers do 'em for fifty

With the members like Penny, brought trophies back to my city

Free Big Basie, we was bendin', windows tinted with blickies

I got your mama and sister, value our honor, commitment

I'm first team all realest, most y'all ain't honorable mention

Separated from friction, friction the reason I'm glistenin'

You know that pressure make shiners, especially in treacherous environments

Hit the gas cap whinin', pipe screaming and hollerin'

This the life of your highness, warrants all that I'm dodging

I like bumpin' and grindin', in the yolie behind him

You can't be loafin' and drivin', he must be textin' them fine ones

Stuck at the light, it cost his life, pull on side of the car

Soon as we bust rounds, watch him jump 'round like a flea in a jar

Don't be out posted, I walk close up like I'm Steven Segal

Y'all ain't got motions, your emotions say believe when she talk

I don't trust a ho, barely my bro ever since I seen what I saw

Better to get paid while it's today, you might be leavin' tomorrow

I send the package, better catch it even if Revis was guarding

And me bein' active scarred me badly, took a piece of my heart

But I'd much rather live with status than a casualty of war

I eat my beef cooked up raw, tell bro, "Find a fork"

Carnivore, five star, boy, I'ma eat or get sick

My money green as the Grinch, green as this beam on my blick

Water boy, reservoir, filled with drip to the tip

Pure crystal, clear shit, come quench your thirst with a sip

Rather have a real bitch than one with booty and tits

But don't get it twisted, I'm still knockin 'em like a ten-dollar grit

[Outro]

Uh, nigga, uh, like a ten-dollar grit

Don't get it twisted, I'm still knockin 'em like a ten-dollar grit