[Chorus: Young Drop]

Ever Since a youngin' I’ve been focused on that money

When she see you got that paper bet she peel just like a onion

Ima always keep it real

Ask my brotha I'm one hunnid

And these niggas thsy be hatin

I swear that don't mean nothin

Got my money up I’m on, big backwoods I'm gone

These bitches still on me, but that money's all I want

Ima get that money ima take off, don't give a damn bout what they say I'll get that cake dawg

[Verse 1: Marsahn]

Ooohhh, I got these niggas so upset, because of my success I'm just tryna be the best, no I can't fuck with nothing less, uh I get a check just to go run it up, noticed the hate soon as I started coming up, swear they be wishing to be in this position like I got ya girl and we on a mission, so its fuck the girl, excuse me that's pitching yo let’s fuck the world, I keep a S no i ain’t talking plural right on my chest, times was tough and I stayed strong, lights shined when i came on, time passed now I'm steady seeing tattoos with my name on I’m blessed

Tell them niggas I'm blessed 2x

And we just really some young niggas just changing after that check, and them fuck boys keep hating tell me why the fuck the girls keep trading sides with niggas then playing dumb like we dont know you chasing that paper, you won't there first me I was broke, now that you see me making that dough, you approach me and I know you ain't really down for me fasho...damn

[Chorus: Young Drop]

Ever Since a youngin’ I've been focused on that money

When she see you got that paper bet she peel just like a onion

Ima always keep it real

Ask my brotha I'm one hunnid

And these niggas thsy be hatin

I swear that don't mean nothin

Got my money up I'm on, big backwoods I'm gone

These bitches still on me, but that money's all I want

Ima get that money ima take off, don't give a damn bout what they say I'll get that cake dawg

[Verse 2: Z-Dot]

Ima guap chaser, ima money tracer, do the dash with the loot, call it money racing

Getting bread ain't talking wheat

Young niggas vibing on the beat

Money come like trick or treat, 10 ten toes down to my feet

Off the top, jumping flows like hop scotch

People not hot, as they like to pop

Time is money, focus on the wrist watch

Had a meeting with the clock, said it ain't got time to stop

So my wrist locked, from the grip of the tick tock

Really just be Z-Dot, Marsahn and Young Drop

Taking this shit to the top, that's just how we JITT's rock

I'm drilling shit, and I'm feeling it

Applying pressure, like Colin Caperkick

So I'm check in, 5'7 i stand

High off life, no telling where I'm bout to land

[Chorus: Young Drop]

Ever Since a youngin' I've been focused on that money

When she see you got that paper bet she peel just like a onion

Ima always keep it real

Ask my brotha I'm one hunnid

And these niggas thsy be hatin

I swear that don't mean nothin

Got my money up I'm on, big backwoods I'm gone

These bitches still on me, but that money's all I want

Ima get that money ima take off, don't give a damn bout what they say I'll get that cake dawg