[Intro]

(Boss Major)

(Boss Major)

(M-M-M-Maybach Music)

Bang, bang, bang

Haha

[Verse 1]

Fuck police, I smoke like I ride, and I ride like a G

And if I'm in the Chi', I'ma ride to the D, with a 9 on my side, on my side is a piece

I be young black nigga, love to roll the pack in the trap, fat nigga

Pull up with the MAC, wall to my back, roll another fat

Matter fact, better shoot back, nigga

Wait, he only eat if it's steak on the plate?

Its work with chicken, these niggas is straight

You thought I was new, but the truth is you late

You look a snake, and your jewelry is fake

I basically say I don't fuck with you niggas

Trust me, it's nothing to bust at you niggas

Niggas is snitching and bitches is watching

I rather just choose not to pop at your top

See all of the bitches I fuck, and the money I got

And I'm thinking, like, why should I stop?

Check in the bag, this shit getting sad

I'm running through bitches I knew I would have

Thinking of scooping a coupe or a jag

Scoop up the crew, do what we do

Go tell my ho pour a four in the two

Say somebody broke, and I know it was you

That ain't really what the real players do

Fuck a ho right for a day or two

Take the pussy from the hood

If the pussy real good

Then you know a real nigga gotta share you

And that's player, fool

Ride around my city like the mayor, fool

Keep this shit a hunnid, if I see it I'ma want it

Got a hundred round chopper

You ain't taking none from me

All I know is I'ma keep it 300

Quick feet, if a nigga sweet we comin'

Six feet, let 'em leak, layin' on his stomach

You don't really want it

Laying down, run it

Need money, everything money

Pull up on the scene, ain't a damn thing funny

Think shit a dream, how you never seen money?

Got the white with clean, dirty magazine money

Get money, fuck hoes

I'll peel a P-7 truck slow

Take a seven out the P puff dro

I ain't greedy take three, fuck four

Let's go, pop a molly, roll

How the fuck he say he ballin' and his Ferragamo stollen

Right wrist bright, bitch, Rolex, Rollie

Wifey come from Cali, but she don't know Kobe

I'm lonely sitting at the top

Big face watch in a big boy drop

Got one shot, you shoot I pop

Whether or not I'd advise you to stop

I be wild as a fool walking through the crowd, blowing loud with the crew

Roll the window down, hear the sound of the tool

Never come around 'cause my shooter, he a fool

It's me, it's you, get money what the fuck we do (We do)

Let the chopper hit him up that's cool (That's cool)

Let the coppers do what they do (That's true)

'Cause my Glock is matching my shoes (Shoes)

My swagger matching my boo (That's cool)

I done ran through half of her crew (True)

[Outro]

Get money what the fuck we do (We do)

Let the chopper hit 'em up, that's cool (That's cool)

Get money what the fuck we do (We do)

Let the chopper hit 'em up, that's cool (That's cool)

'Cause my Glock is matching my shoes (Shoes)

My swagger matching my boo (That's cool)

I done ran through half of her crew (True)

Let me stop the track that's cool (That's cool)

Get money what the fuck we do (We do)

Let the chopper hit 'em up, that's cool (That's cool)

Get money what the fuck we do (We do)

Let the chopper hit 'em up, that's cool (That's cool)