[Intro: Genie Midas]

Man, all they do is talk

Why the fuck they do that?

Get your money, player

[Verse 1: Genie Midas]

My stack don't fold, so my paper don’t fold

Money on the line, put your wack ass on hold

They keep talking smack, honestly, it gets old

Heart like my city, man, they know it gets cold

Should mind your fuckin' business, play your role

Want me some mo', my pockets, they on swole

I stay quiet, can’t let you know my goal

Leave you in the fuckin' ground like a mole

Look hella fly, when I walk in the mall

I gotta ball, want my face on the wall

I'm at the finish line, and all you do is stall

You lookin' like an ant, my nigga, I'm too tall

Swim in her pussy, don't do the crawl

I'm a chill dude, promise won't start a brawl

Look me in the eyes, you ain’t gon’ see me fall

Money like the bitches, I want it all

[Verse 2: Genie Midas]

Word to Ace Hood, I go hard when I hustle

Outer space, good, hard in the paint like I'm Russell

If only they could, don’t hear nun', not a rustle

All day, I be flexin', and I don't show a muscle

It’s gon' take more than your ears to hear me, yeah

Are you deaf? I don't think that you hear me, yeah

I'm a boss, there's no one that's above me, yeah

Used to laugh, now they wanna be me, yeah

Lose it all, can make it back in a jiffy, yeah

Yippie-yeah, smokin' grass like a hippie, yeah

Yippie-yeah, smokin' dope like a hippie, yeah

So high, got me feeling like I'm Jimi, yeah

Stay next to me, you'll catch a tan

Red eyes, that's word to my clan

Fly chick, get it poppin' in the mini-van

My life a movie; catch me if you can

[Outro: Le Chum]

Yo, les boys

Vous savez

L'argent pousse pas d'in arbres

So, levez-vous d'votre cul

Commencez à grind pis hustle

Y'a rien qu'y'arrive tout seul, nah mean

Gotta work

Go get it

Come on les gars, man

Step your game up