[Verse 1]
Why all these n*ggas stay hating on a boy
Can’t a young n*gga get money anymore?
Why none of these rap n*ggas be 100 anymore
I just say f*ck it and pull up in something colder than before
Pedal to the floor, gas, no brakes when I’m dipping
No you don’t want issues, why the hell is n*ggas tripping
You comparing us, [?] something wrong with your vision
I make money, money don’t make me, that be the difference
Glasses [?] from my neck to my toes
Still got the plug do whatever for the low
Skinny pimp got that hustle and flow
If you tryna get paid then I’m the n*gga you should know
[Hook]
I keep it G like that
Kill sh*t, like I borrowed some of TI’s straps
Money made the whole world, look at me like that
Can’t explain how I do it, it just be like that
It just be like that, it just be like that
If I ever take a break on the cake know I be right back
It sound brazy but it be like that, it’s something real though
[Verse 2]
Red diamonds in the Rolex, my prezzy got a mad face
Money raised, guess I’ll never come in last place
Mike can make the beat that make her ass shake
I turn her to the max like I’m tryna make the glass break
That’s just the type of sh*t I be on
Blood money, you ain’t made it, nothing do what we on
Same n*gga they would sleep on be the one that’s stacking dollars to infinity and beyond
And now I eat with n*ggas that’ll starve with me
From no hoes and shows to ménage in suites
See baby Skeme be that n*gga that be hard to meet
Getting head from girls that used to hardly speak
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
On the checks made 25 A
25 hours every day straight
If you ain’t getting money get up out the way
By any means necessary, get the cake, wait
See I’m a n*gga with money and I don’t love that b*tch
But tell me how you love that sh*t
I’m the type to hold 100 racks, count it right in front that b*tch
Tell her ass I’ll kill her if she touch that sh*t
[Hook]