[Intro]

(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too?)

Yeah

[Verse]

Hands hurt from countin' up, Lam' truck, let's mount it up

I got a couple dollars in the safe, but that shit not enough

I be iced up with the stick, go grab a hockey puck

If you see that Drac' barrel flash, then you out of luck

Lame-ass niggas, they ain't gang, they is not with us

Tired of gettin' taxed through the middle-man, then come shop with us

Smokin' 41 Gelato, gettin' head from a model

If it's problems, we can put it on the floor, I feel like Latto (Yeah)

Crack a nigga head like an egg, knock the yolk out him

In the club drinkin' lean, I don't want no rose bottle

Still got plays down the way and a line on the yay

In the kitchen mixin', shiftin' like I'm 'bout to bake a cake

I was trappin' out the Days Inn, makin' like ten a day then

We the mafia, if you a friend of ours, then you a made man

Iced up at the game, front row, I know the players too

Broke-ass nigga, your lil' ho should be ashamed of you

Mixin' up different fashion, hood traps to mansions

If I get my money right, then I might move out to the Hamptons

Me and bro just bust open a new lane, so it's on the floor

Kobe and Shaq, we throwin' oops straight out the pick-and-roll

Fastbreaks, give-and-gos, anything it take to score

I had a bad day, go grab a pop, we 'bout to pour a four

I'm killin' niggas literally, nah, I ain't got no sympathy

You scary-ass nigga come around actin' jittery

Losses come with the game, money make niggas change

This clout shit gettin' crazy, these niggas chasin' the fame (Crazy)

I'm gettin' straight to the money, don't care what a nigga think

Tryna get a platinum presi', I think that bitch 80K

Tryna ball, not maintain, get rich, not gangbang

Still rep the set for life, my niggas reppin' the same thing

I don't walk, I don't jog, I be runnin' to the money

Through the rain, through the snow, and the days when it's sunny

I love the hustle like Mitch, bust a brick down to zips

Magician up in the kitchen, I'll show you a couple tricks

What, you allergic to the money? You broke, it don't make no sense

You need to get on your grind, 'cause hatin' don't pay you shit