[Intro: Mo3]

Came a long way from nothin'

I mean a long, long, long way

Now we up nigga

Got a bag on you niggas, for real

[Chorus: Mo3]

Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties)

Twenties (twenties), tens (oh yeah)

Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties)

Twenties (twenties), tens (woo)

I was broke out of luck (I was)

Ran it up, got it up (up)

I used to sleep on the floor (the floor)

Now them hoes wanna fuck (gang)

Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties)

Twenties (twenties), tens (a-whoa)

Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties)

Twenties (twenties), tens (yee)

I like a bitch big butt (I do)

Big old booty, she a slut (freak)

Bitch ain't no drank in my cup (woo)

I'm the man, nigga what?

[Verse 1: Mo3]

[?] baby with the Levis on, eatin' top cat (I was)

These old rap niggas hatin', y'all need to stop that (y'all need to stop that shit)

In that AMG-550 strapped with that glocky (I'm strapped)

I'm in a 9-11, feet cocked up with that top back (yeah yeah)

I used to wait one twenty-five in timber lies (on a deal, yeah)

Now the scale say two-oh-five and the whip I drive it'll kill you (skkrt)

Twenty-five thousand dollars worth of jewelry on me, feelin' like Thriller

I used to stand outside for the bus, now I drive the Porsche like a four wheeler (skrrt)

Sold all the pounds (the pounds)

We sold all the grams (I sold all them grams)

I was a project appointment baby

Now bitch I'm the man (it's time to group)

I stood in the spot, I had nowhere to go, used to sleep out a fan (slurp out a fan)

On God I was broke, I was lookin' for hope, you do not understand (no)

But I ran it up to go get them

[Chorus: Mo3]

Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties)

Twenties (twenties), tens (yeah)

Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties)

Twenties (twenties), tens (yee)

I was broke out of luck (I was)

Ran it up, got it up (the check)

I used to sleep on the floor (the floor)

Now them hoes wanna fuck (woo)

Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties)

Twenties (twenties), tens (a-whoa)

Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties)

Twenties (twenties), tens (yee)

I like a bitch big butt (I do)

Big old booty, she a slut (freak)

Bitch ain't no drank in my cup (woo)

I'm the man, nigga what?

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]

I used to sleep on the floor (I did)

Now it's twenty for a show (big money)

I used to pull kick doors (I did)

Now it's foreign doors when I close, yeah (skrrt skrrt)

I used to trap out apartments (I did)

I was so broke, I was robbin' (I was fucked up)

I was so broke, I was starvin' (I was starvin')

Now they label me a target (real talk)

Money coming in so fast (what?)

These niggas think I ain't count mine (deal it)

If I catch a nigga stealing one time (what you gon' do?)

Off with his head, flat line (blaow)

I don't give a fuck about 'em, y'all read about 'em

I don't care 'bout no strife nigga (I don't care 'bout his ass)

You would probably think a nigga was hurtin' (what?)

Way I'm covered in ice nigga (hey, hey)

Instagram, get your bitch out my likes nigga (get your ho)

'Fore I send her a flight nigga ('fore I fly her out)

Walk in Neimans, we don't care 'bout the price nigga (ugh ugh)

Get that back in one night nigga (ugh, whatever)

Hunchos, fifties (fifties)

Twenties, I don't got no tens in (I don't got that)

I ran it up, ran it up, ran it up (ugh ugh ugh)

Had to get right, Lorenz in (hey)

[Chorus: Mo3]

Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties)

Twenties (twenties), tens (yeah)

Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties)

Twenties (twenties), tens (yee)

I was broke out of luck (I was)

Ran it up, got it up (the check)

I used to sleep on the floor (the floor)

Now them hoes wanna fuck (woo)

Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties)

Twenties (twenties), tens (a-whoa)

Hundreds (hundreds), fifties (fifties)

Twenties (twenties), tens (yee)

I like a bitch big butt (I do)

Big old booty, she a slut (freak)

Bitch ain't no drank in my cup (woo)

I'm the man, nigga what?

[Outro: Mo3]

I run up them racks

Juggin', I go get a bag, yeah

Boy you look sad

Boy you look, bro you look mad, yeah

Ain't no chasin' no ass

Youngin, I run to the bag, yeah

Run to the cash

Youngin, I go get the bag