If you ain't talking money, I don't wanna talk (I'll call you back)
You can tell I get this sack just by the way I walk
I'm the shit, face it, you niggas basic
Bought a half of peter, smoking a pine of purple to chase it
I'm sippin on a codeine Margarita
My Mexican bitch I call her my mamacita
I met her brother now I got work for a little cheaper
They immigrants don't suppose to be here so they illegal
He looked at me and said we gonn get this money
I said bitch, nothing but respect, nigga you know I'm all about the checks
My old school worths more than a new vet
Fucking other niggas bitches, I call that new set

Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches
We gonna get this money, we gonna get this money, yeah

Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches
We gonna get this money, we gonna get this money, yeah

Roll it up my nigga, roll it up I'm witchu
I was rolling up before I was old enough
Word to color of a coconut
Put holes in your shirt like a poker dot
Donuts in the parking lot
Dope boy with a audemar
With a made dance wit ah audemar?
I got a stripper bitch in my screen saver
Looking me on every cable
Pockets on lean ain't it hand my best friend is a 3 80
Big rims, no team teenagers that deuce and deuces 4's
Deuce 6's and deuce 8, y'all sweet, 2 faces
I'm killing these beats man I need to get a suit made
So cold man I need to get some soup made
Self paid I be talking to myself like
We gonna get this money

Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches
We gonna get this money, we gonna get this money, yeah

Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches
We gonna get this money, we gonna get this money, yeah