[Intro - Birdman]
This year for the money homeboy
Money, money, money train nigga
It's like we done balled till we falled, and we done falled till we balled
And then we back and bounce back bitch
Yeah
It's real simple nigga
It's just seeing to be what's in you nigga
If you a hustler, you gone get dough
And that's how it goes [Chorus - Birdman]
Them niggas talking about it but they know we gangsters
Tommy guns, army guns, quick to bang you
Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted
Them hoes want to ride hood rich and famous (X2) [Verse 1 - Allstar]
I got to get this money, I got to, I just got to
Not a little a lot from rap, but raw product
I'm probably on the East getting it in
On the low, since I met Stunna, I get them for ten
I just bought some new guns and got rid of some friends
I'm about my business I get it from Slim
I grind hard, yeah Cashville I'm swagged up
Pimping in the car, I'm going to mask up or bang up
Hustler, gangster, old school Chevrolet
Custom painted, they love me in the hood
So I'm like "fuck being famous"
You don't want to live my life
Trust me I'm dangerous, I must keep a banger
What can I say but when it's on, it's on
And we don't call it off until everybody's gone
Allstar homie, keep a hell of a price
Cash Money still a army and I earn my stripes [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Yo Gotti]
I'm a gangster millionaire since
You could put me on the scale and weigh everything
I'm thirty six, old fish scale still stand
Then eat the nigga
And I'ma ride for my people nigga
I'm in the hood where the goons be
Whoever assumed that me, be running around with CMB
I got a army and I'm the general nigga
Money plentiful nigga, then why your old lady into the nigga?
I'ma button down bricks hearing voices off in my head
Like murder about conspiracy, watching out for the FEDS
For real, I got Mexican friends, I ain't going to lie about it
And I took a few losses, I ain't going to cry about it
But I'll front you a brick if you down to die about it
Nigga shot your homie in the head, you just getting high about it
Yo Gotti, straight up I'm a snitch killer
Don't even speak to me Darth, you ain't a real nigga [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Birdman]
Now I'm riding through my town, got the key to my city
All the ten more things, brand new in a minute
Every nigga in this motherfucker know me dog
Living legend, riding fly, nigga ball till you fall
Methenamine Project where I started the struggle
Gladys run around sams in the circle we hustle
K.C. gave me the game, I took it and tuck it
Nigga brought it to another level cooking and cutting
From the half seventeen's, nigga fifties and hundreds,
I done made the Lamborghinis, Rolls Royces on buttons
And I done did my time, I wouldn't get it, wouldn't get it
And got it on my mind because it's money over bitches
All the time I'm about mine, nigga working from digits
Green bag full of cash, nigga how we feel it
Stunna Island popping bottles nigga fucking them bitches
Got the money and fame and I'm cowboy with
More hundred [Chorus] X2