bubblin'

look at you go

okay

you bubblin'

look

go

go

look at you go

okay

you bubblin'

look

yeah

one in the hand

one in the bag

bubblin'

look at the cash

look at the cash comin' in

come get your mans

this lil' nigga buggin' me

just leave the bag

quit all that jaw-jackery

don't even pass me that

i don't want none of it

these niggas mad about it

had enough of it

woah

watch what you sayin'

all that poppin' and shakin'

got me hot as a laser

my posse deep and irate

and we act a fool for the paper

had a dream and i made it

el camino on dayton's

vintage guess over bape

put the bread on me bitch

bitch you bet i'ma bank it

piggy flat in a blanket

i might just roll out today

i might just roll out to vegas

head back to my old ways

cop a room full of asian hoes and do blow all day

look at me baby

look at me baby

don't i look like a million? i'm 'bout to clean out the safe

d-don't i look like somebody that just be bodyin' everything?

all that talkin' is great but i don't be talkin'

i air it out

all the problems have gotten easy to bury

i'd rather drown them in hendrick's

i'd rather kiss on my mary

i been

broker way longer than i been rich so until it levels out

i'ma take your mama to the marriott and wear it out

took me so long to get it

gon' and spread it out

let 'em know all about me when i'm dead and gone

one in the hand

one in the bag

bubblin'

one in the hand

one in the bag

bubblin'

look at the cash

look at the cash bubblin'

look at the cash bubblin'

one in the hand

one in the hand

one in the hand

one in the bag

bubblin'

look at the cash

look at the cash bubblin'

look at the cash bubblin'

i'ma need all the fries you can give me

all the hot sauce

all the pie you can give me

better be all or nothin'

don't have me in the middle

you better be all you can

get higher than the limit

yeah

simplify for the dumbos

plenty slides

i can shuffle

hit the cadence with my young bitch

isaac hayes

billy ocean

bought my old hoe with the cane stick

left my slippers at the function

it's hard to run in gucci slides

chick

i thought you said you didn't have a husband

i'm a stud

no cuckold

jackie chan

no trouble

can't clean it with a bib

blood drippin' from the cutthroats

no lord

not me

i can never be the one you wanna stunt for

money

money

that machine gun sprayed the ferragamo store

r.i.p to times that i was broke

after life in 911 porsche

matte black lookin' clean

dead prezies in an envelope

cookin up canard

waitin' for the antidote

runnin' out of time

patience thinner than a pantyhose

get over here and empty your pockets."