i want money all day and weed
all we here for the money
i'ma show you what a boy do
get money for the whole crew
all i see is dollar signs
this shit is why i got no time
i'ma get it like it's none
i'ma get back to my dog shit
hit you from the back and you'll be screaming like a dog
making my clothes with my mama
millions on my mind and a 'rrari on the track
twerking that ass on a rover in the back
make it nasty on the backseat
we stop about the traffic
make it nasty on the backseat
we stop about the traffic
swervin' on london 'cause we movin' everywhere
hustlin' for the money and smokin' mary jane
all we here for the money
i'ma show you what a boy do
get money for the whole crew
bitch want the coolest in the same room
switching on these bitches with the same true
let me drink-drink so codeine
i'ma hear a lot like this shit is for fame
in the shadows like no name
we gon' end up with the whole cake
and i keep it on my level
white bandana or red like a devil
i'ma get money like a mothafuckin' melo
playing with my balls in the car like freddo
click-clack-bang you're dead until your fellow
i touch her like ding-dong
she bounce that ass like ping-pong
my eyes faded like cheech & chong
making clothes i'm the next
in the streets now i'm flex
we go to the top full of stacks