[Chorus]

All I touch is C-notes so they love the stillo

I used to hustle kilos now I’m duckin’ PO’s

Ain’t got a bunch to spend but who can fuck with me though

You rockin’ out to them but who can fuck with me though

Can’t you rappers see I’ve been the one to MEO

Whoever battle me you’re gettin’ fuckin’ three o’d

I’m yelling yeah he spit but who can fuck with me though

Ain’t make the freshmen list but who can fuck with me though

[Verse 1]

Look - I pick out my winnings when I’m done with Cee Lo

Then I make your bitch go get a couple of Nemos

I see them haters dead but I won’t crush their egos

You think you gained a hit that shit it must be chemo

These niggas on their shit until I off somebody

Gettin’ money and I’m shittin’ Richard Porter potty

I get to the dough while niggas talk about me

It’s getting harder to fold I need some origami

[?] I be enterprising

While I’m penalizing while these pistols rising

The funeral deserve to see you niggas dying

I’ll interrupt your service like I’m [?]

Forget about them, I feel like Sammy

Gravano, mobbin’ like I’m part of the Sicilian family

Niggas angry, they can’t stand me ‘cause it’s plain and simple

I be ballin’ for the record come and break your singles

Tell them senders I will rearrange your temple

I’m mixin’ up my Christians, they can’t wait to mingle

All them guys are snitches, you said they official

Poppin’ bottles with them ‘till they got a case against you

No relation, all my homies waitin’

You set up shop and they can’t wait to do a home invasion

Get to know the basics ‘cause I see you ain’t learned

I say your name if I have to put it in layman terms, Zeus

[Chorus]

All I touch is C-notes so they love the stillo

I used to hustle kilos now I’m duckin’ PO’s

Ain’t got a bunch to spend but who can fuck with me though

You rockin’ out to them but who can fuck with me though

Can’t you rappers see I’ve been the one to MEO

Whoever battle me you’re gettin’ fuckin’ three o’d

I’m yelling yeah he spit but who can fuck with me though

Ain’t make the freshmen list but who can fuck with me though

[Verse 2 - Fred Money]

Look - who can fuck with me though, who can fuck with me though

I’ve got bitches throwin’ head like it’s fuckin’ Cee Lo

That’s your skeezy bird tell her to fuckin’ GO

We already did her greasy yo, you know ain’t nothin’ penal

In and out your bitch, I’ve been busy

Jumpin’ in and out the six, more than Drizzy

Everytime I time I take a trip, I get dizzy

Run in circles, [?] in my city

Who can fuck with me, no one, luckily

Sucka free, you a sucka, you won’t get a buck from me

Fuck a G, you ain’t sellin [?], flush a ki

Shooter cut ya D, wore the same clothes for a week

Then got fuckin’ flees

Yeah I take money, but ain’t nothin’ free

Yeah they hate Money, but I’m livin’ comfortably

Screamin’ Thundergang ‘till them pussy niggas under me

[?] Thundergang get that pussy from in front of me

[Chorus]

All I touch is C-notes so they love the stillo

I used to hustle kilos now I’m duckin’ PO’s

Ain’t got a bunch to spend but who can fuck with me though

You rockin’ out to them but who can fuck with me though

Can’t you rappers see I’ve been the one to MEO

Whoever battle me you’re gettin’ fuckin’ three o’d

I’m yelling yeah he spit but who can fuck with me though

Ain’t make the freshmen list but who can fuck with me though