| Every day new money so I treat every day just like a holiday |
| Half of these niggas be fake and it’s not my thing so I stay out the way |
| Hundred racks in the L.V. bag and it’s all blue strips, this shit just like a |
| bank |
| I’m mixing money with drugs and you know we kicking shit up on a private plane |
| That lil' nigga can’t say the same when everything around them change when all |
| them niggas turn fake |
| If I call you my brother, then you get a piece of the cake |
| When that money be calling my phone, know I’m on the way |
| I think I’m addicted to fashion, look at my diamonds they flashing |
| I mix the Kapital, yeah, with the Rick, got a hundred racks sitting in my jacket |
| All of my niggas get active, all of y’all niggas be rapping |
| That nigga bummy and broke, he keep talking about money in past tense |
| All this money doing backflips, all this money got me moving different |
| All this money got me high as fuck, all these drugs got me seeing shit |
| I’m back on the road in the back of the Rolls, I’m on the way to a meeting |
| If the other side what you chose, better have your pole, nigga yeah, |
| when see you |
| Yeah, if the other side what you chose, better have your pole, nigga yeah, |
| when see you |
| If the other side what you chose, yeah |
| Yeah, when we see you |