J-Jungle Beats… holla at me

Grand Hustle Nigga… money

[Chorus]

You know me, I'm so fly

Be lookin like money every time I ride by

Got them Benjis in my pocket and money on my mind

If it ain't about no paper, then it ain't about I

Cause I get-get-get it, money I get

When I step up in the club, I be feelin like Mitch

When I be in the hood, I be ridin with your bitch

You know she prolly on my dick 'cause I'm prolly the shit

[Verse 1]

Listen, I'ma ball til I fall, spit it like I print it

Got shawty on the low 'cause I get-get-get it

Don’t worry 'bout it, I probably just hit it

I ain't stubborn with them hoes, you can have her back, nigga

I’m a boss, shit, everything I does, I do

I don't even wanna buy it if I can't cop two

If it ain't about no paper, then it ain't about who?

Ain’t about I, 'cause I be on my grind

I’m a Trap-A-Holic, my niggas be ballin

You niggas be fraudin', I spit like I'm retarded

You niggas know the deal, I be ridin' Martian

Pull up in a spaceship, shit on you like a toilet

Them bitches be like "aw damn," haters gotta smell my shit

Red horse on my shirt, red stripes on my kicks

Put that Porsche shit to work, Boxster pop a slip

Slide through your hood like, "Hater, what's good?"

[Chorus]

You know me, I'm so fly

Be lookin like money every time I ride by

Got them Benjis in my pocket and money on my mind

If it ain't about no paper, then it ain't about I

Cause I get-get-get it, money I get

When I step up in the club, I be feelin like Mitch

When I be in the hood, I be ridin with your bitch

You know she prolly on my dick 'cause I'm prolly the shit

[Verse 2]

I say I got my first bit of money thought I knew it all

Went to MIA, South Beach, blew it all

Came back to the hood trappin super hard

Super down, look at me now, Superstar

In dat black on black Charger rims soy sauce

Bunch of diamonds in my chain, the wrist

Bitches gimmie head and tail like a quater toss

Cause I just signed to grand hustle I’m for sure to ball

I say we be the freshest, jewelry be VVS-ing

Caddy be DTS-ing, like Khaled, shit, we the best

And I tell them hoes I don’t wanna talk, just leave a message

Automatic stash boxes so they can’t see the weapons

But I be GT reppin Grand Hustle, the muscle

No we don’t love these whores, I just love when I fuck 'em

No I don’t tuck em, nor do I love em or cuff em

I just hit em and split em, pass em off to my cousin

[Chorus]

You know me, I'm so fly

Be lookin like money every time I ride by

Got them Benjis in my pocket and money on my mind

If it ain't about no paper, then it ain't about I

Cause I get-get-get it, money I get

When I step up in the club, I be feelin like Mitch

When I be in the hood, I be ridin with your bitch

You know she prolly on my dick 'cause I'm prolly the shit