[Intro]

(Blue Money Gang, cover the world)

Oh-oh-woah

Oh-ah

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah

Oh-woah

[Chorus]

Yeah, bitch I been feelin' low

Drank, got me moving slow

She takin' off her clothes

Bitch doing what I want

She know what I want

I'm feelin like a don

Bitch bad, she a dime

Bitch, ya, why you lyin'?

Bitch boy, you get lined

Servin' Tris by the line

Nigga I ain't sippin' wine

Bitch all you do is whine

But I ain't askin' why

Walked in with my fye

Walk down, you get fried

[Verse]

I ain't even gon' lie

Bitch, I ain't even gon' lie

I walked in with that-, yeah, I walked in with that .9

Ran off on a nigga like Plies

Big AR, if I see that ride

On God, I’m clutching my fye

He try to run, then his ass gon' fly

I ain't even gon' heal ya

Pop ten percs, now his ass can't feel, yeah

Lil' ho said, "Come here"

Bitch I'm just tryna see what you feel, yeah

Bitch, I'm just tryna kill

Just tryna make you moan in my ear, yeah

Bitch like, "What's yo deal?"

Big ass black out eatin' like meal, yeah

You hate me, oh well

Bitch I'ma catch that pack, Odell, yeah

Yo bitch ass better not fail

I hate a bitch ass nigga, oh yeah

I see a snitch ass nigga, oh yeah

But I'm a rich ass nigga, who care?

I let this freak ho inside my lair

I got this hot shit, nigga, goddamn

She said, "This my dick, bae?", no ma'am

Nigga got a Hi-Point, shit gon' jam

I got this freak ho nigga on cam

Bitch eatin' miso, yeah, yeah

Bitch you had me sold, yeah, yeah

Bitch had me so fucked up

Bitch had me so low

Baby, where yo clothes?

[Chorus]

Yeah, bitch I been feelin' low

Drank, got me moving slow

She takin' off her clothes

Bitch doing what I want

She know what I want

I'm feelin' like a don

Bitch bad, she a dime

Bitch, ya, why you lyin'?

Bitch boy, ya get lined

Servin' Tris by the line

Nigga I ain't sippin wine

Bitch all you do is whine

But I ain't askin' why

Walked in with my fye

Walk down, you get fried

[Outro]

(Yo, Smd Blue Money Blue Money Blue money )