[Intro: Terrance Moore]
I-I-I got no choice
I must get this money with my voice, I...
Get your hands high
Get your hands high
Get your hands high
Get your hands
What the fuck you gon' do, but get yo' moms a house?
What the fuck you gon' do, but get yo' niggas out?
What the fuck you gon' do?
Nigga, what the fuck you gon' do?
[Hook]
One blunt got you high talking in 2nd person
Two much of this dry, you walking from wrecking your Benz
Three puffs, pass it right, stalling is not an option
My high falling, got four $5's and it's going all in
Seem like I'm thinking 'bout this money all the time
Seem like I'm thinking 'bout this money all the time
Seem like I'm thinking 'bout this money all the time
Dreaming that I'm caking, all this money on my mind, uh
[Verse 1]
I got patience, but I can't fucking take it
Gotta make it, getting faded cause I hate it here
Not Jersey, but this fucking atmosphere
Working just to pass the years
Yeah, I worked for them cheers, I'm just
Sitting back, throw on that Yeezy track
It go, bomp-ba-bomp
I take the weed out the sack
I just sit back, relax and just unload
Throw my 16 on the track and it's cool, I suppose
I'll just get my paper stacked, when the track explode
So, what you think I'm in it for
But to get the dough, never rent the flow
Always been the show, you could ask them hoes
You could ask my bros, they already know
I been tryna glow
Since I gave up honor rolls, for a finer roll
I've been tryna go, to the top Final Four
Them dudes who flop, get knocked down
Get no calls, this the league
But we don't play with no balls
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Let my wallet be a coffin for them presidents
Rolling up in them Benz & shit
Got a couple entertainer friends & shit
We the new Rat Pack
With the raps that let you know
Need to capitalize that
RETRO NUVEAUX
My crew get dough, get dough
Let's go
Bumping music loud, switchin' lanes & shit
Won't change when I'm famous
Book smart like Cambridge
But I learned early, so my lane switched
I've been apprentice to this rap shit
Since Hov dropped his last shit
Yeah I mean that "last shit"
That Black Album, that classic
That "Public Service" I spark to
'Til my thoughts move, & I'm on my way
Private runways, foreign vacays
And I'm on par to get it all today
I'm on green, light up the course
When I can buy cars from the Concours d'Elegance
Know that's when I got hella funds
And it's cool to spend it
When you riding 'round town and you gettin' it
It's something 'bout them motherfucking pendants, that's
Got us dependant, and I ain't talking 'bout me
Or maybe I am...
Damn
[Hook II]
One blunt got you high
Two much of this dry
Three puffs, pass it right
My high falling, got four $5's and it's going all in
Seem like I'm thinking 'bout this money all the time
Seem like I'm thinking 'bout this money all the time
Seem like I'm thinking 'bout this money all the time
Dreaming that I'm caking, all this money on my mind, uh
[Bridge]
Seem like I'm thinking 'bout this money all the fucking time
No time for fucking games, 'bout to lose my mind
Shit never fucking change, never give it up
Shit never fucking change, but I never give it up
Platinum or gold, 'bout to get them albums sold
And I keep one rolled, just so my mind don't go
Platinum or gold, gotta get them albums sold
Platinum or gold, go