| I just made a hundred | 
| I just made a hundred | 
| I just made a hundred | 
| I just made a hundred | 
| This bitch get annoying, on God, I’m changin' my number | 
| I’m a rich nigga that came from the gutter | 
| I don’t feel this perc, I’ma take me another | 
| After we fuck, I’m unable to cuddle | 
| Right back to the money, you know how I play it | 
| I’m not your boyfriend, I don’t know what you sayin' | 
| Lyin' on my name, you know what you sayin' | 
| In and out the streets, they treat me like royalty | 
| These bitches cannot spell 'loyalty' | 
| I dropped a bag on my lawyer fee | 
| Way before these engineers was recordin' me | 
| Sorry boo, can’t give you all of me | 
| Pardon me, you just want me 'cause I’m hot | 
| When I was dead broke couldn’t get you to stop | 
| Now that I’m on you done turned to a thot, why? | 
| I started off with a pot | 
| Picked up the backend and went got me a spot | 
| Head on a swivel, I know niggas plot | 
| I’m checkin' every car that slide through the block | 
| Five-fifty with the S in the front | 
| I just got the best head of the month | 
| Saved her number under «Man-eater» | 
| And I ain’t get her from the 'Gram neither | 
| Caught her in traffic, she bent it over like she teachin' yoga | 
| Or she used to be in gymnastics | 
| Either way I cannot pass it, I’m bringing cash in | 
| She wanna FaceTime and text, I just want some neck | 
| I ain’t got respect | 
| Hit it on the couch, hit it on the steps | 
| Put it in your mouth, I’ma make a mess | 
| I just made a hundred | 
| This bitch get annoying, on God, I’m changin' my number | 
| I’m a rich nigga that came from the gutter | 
| I don’t feel this perc, I’ma take me another | 
| After we fuck, I’m unable to cuddle | 
| Right back to the money, you know how I play it | 
| I’m not your boyfriend, I don’t know what you sayin' | 
| Lying on my name, you know what you sayin' | 
| They just paid me a hundred | 
| This bitch get annoying, on God, I’m changin' my number | 
| I’m a rich nigga that came from the gutter | 
| I don’t feel this perc, I’ma take me another | 
| After we fuck, I’m unable to cuddle | 
| Right back to the money, you know how I play it | 
| I’m not your boyfriend, I don’t know what you sayin' | 
| Lying on my name, you know what you sayin' | 
| Ridin' red Ford, in the greg lord | 
| Every time she see me I’m in rare form | 
| Bet she do it for a pair of Air Jordans | 
| In the mornin', send her get her hair done | 
| On the highway, bet her head goin' | 
| Up and down sloppily, hope no one watchin' me | 
| Tell my daddy, I’m fulfilling his prophecy | 
| Hundred fifty million, ain’t no one stoppin' me | 
| Watch your convo when you talk to me | 
| Make me think you plottin', tryna possibly follow me | 
| Lay on me, just like them robbers be | 
| Out your damn mind, you just gotta be | 
| You gon' get shot | 
| This dope boy academy, Big Skoob | 
| Where you certainly can get your issue | 
| Can’t fit your feet in them, they big shoes | 
| Man we countin' these hundreds | 
| And switching up numbers like yeah yeah | 
| I just made a hundred | 
| This bitch get annoying, on God, I’m changin' my number | 
| I’m a rich nigga that came from the gutter | 
| I don’t feel this perc, I’ma take me another | 
| After we fuck, I’m unable to cuddle | 
| Right back to the money, you know how I play it | 
| I’m not your boyfriend, I don’t know what you sayin' | 
| Lying on my name, you know what you sayin' | 
| They just paid me a hundred | 
| This bitch get annoying, on God, I’m changin' my number | 
| I’m a rich nigga that came from the gutter | 
| I don’t feel this perc, I’ma take me another | 
| After we fuck, I’m unable to cuddle | 
| Right back to the money, you know how I play it | 
| I’m not your boyfriend, I don’t know what you sayin' | 
| Lying on my name, you know what you sayin' |