[Verse 1: Ron]

Influenced by kings in Texas

Fours poured whips throwed pros collective

Prometh love she leaning off a message

I just say I like that ass sunny side up breakfast

And I'm hoping I never fall in love

She probably find another nigga if I open up

Don't get me twisted I ain't like them niggas that be pouting

I can throw my feelings out and get you wetter than a fountain

Then get on these tracks and spit that crack rock mountain

The whole fam hustle ain't never had an allowance

No disrespect I'm telling you what's real over here

And if you niggas real me and my niggas bout it

But I ain't rally into violence

Plotting to get that cash that's what I'm doing when I'm quiet

I bring your girl along she can count them thousands

If money the root of evil well call me satan's accountant (I swear)

[Verse 2: Ron]

We chasing cash making a living

Die for this money man I'm trying make a killing

Please don't get offended I don't need no drama

I'mma always miss her but I'm never miss a dollar

And she's looking for fame strutting in that Prada

And I need a future actress or a future model

And they saying it's more money more problems

I don't think money got a twitter but watch I follow

My wallet and her mind in my back pocket

Sit on it as the crack the seal of that bottle tropic

Money and this girl I thought I loved is our topic

She was my beautiful monster nigga the lovely lochness

But the night is young we getting old you can't believe it

Shining so much make Stevie Wonder wonder and see it

I do it for my city don't ask why

Just know I wrote Hammond and 212 on the sky (Now look up)