text: Ayy, ayy
  Ayy, ayy
  Ayy, ayy
  Ayy, money on the way 
  All I see is hundreds all day 
  Top chef, fish sautéed
  Condo in L.A. , president Rollie with the date 
  Pullin out the foreigns, we can race 
  In and out of state 
  Nah, we can not relate 
  And, I gotta stay laced 
  She want us to date 
  I see she keepin faith 
  Ah, Ima make her wait 
  Niggas pillowtalk, I really set talk, well shoot the whole place
  We aint takin losses, double M, drove boss
  In the six-star loft cookin fish parquet 
  Ice, no skates 
  Get it out the pot 
  Speed on the cops 
  Feelin like Im Jigga on a yacht 
  People wanna watch 
  Milli on the watch 
  Its a Richard Millie on a watch 
  Ma aint gotta cry, GunWunna made it out alive 
  Seen a lot of real niggas die 
  Look him in the eye, you bad, let me see catch a fly 
  The cash got these niggas wildin out 
  Rockstar, open up the circle, make a moshpit 
  Swervin on the Perkys made me car sick 
  Brothers dont cuff em, this is all our bitch 
  Grew up in the trenches, we squabblin
  Make me quick to grab a choppa, start a World War 6 
  Gunna got some millions and I barely feel rich 
  They been here knockin, ringin and I dont know who it is 
  Ayy, money on the way 
  All I see is hundreds all day 
  Top chef, fish sautéed
  Condo in L.A. , president Rollie with the date 
  Pullin out the foreigns, we can race 
  In and out of state 
  Nah, we can not relate 
  And, I gotta stay laced 
  She want us to date 
  I see she keepin faith 
  Ah, Ima make her wait 
  Remember I served, I was standin on the curb with a bomb full of nicks 
  Its my word , I done capped off bird
  I done seen a nigga jump from a slab to a brick 
  Cute pink toe, I bit her on the toes
  I fuck her like a ho, I make a whole flick 
  Proud of baby girl, she can take a whole dick 
  She told me she was thirsty, started drinkin my spit 
  Ooh , you aint never heard this 
  I been droppin hits like bird shit 
  They been sendin threats, but dont worry 
  We hoppin in a rental with a dirty stick 
  They aint give me my money, Ima murder this bitch 
  Ima murder this bitch 
  Rental off the Rollie, just went way in the ditch 
  Young Gunna not no playa bout these chips 
  We really used to struggle now we paid, filthy rich 
  A hundred K to hit your VIP 
  R.I.P. to Nipsey, paved the way for the Crips 
  Plus, Im smokin cookie, blow Biscotti by the zip
  I got it on my hip
  Ayy, money on the way 
  All I see is hundreds all day 
  Top chef, fish sautéed
  Condo in L.A. , president Rollie with the date 
  Pullin out the foreigns, we can race 
  In and out of state 
  Nah, we can not relate 
  And, I gotta stay laced 
  She want us to date 
  I see she keepin faith 
  Ah, Ima make her wait