text: All this money got me goin’
  All this money got me goin’
  All this money got me goin’
  Unh
  All this money I can’t fold it
  Stack them hundreds to my shoulders
  Since seventeen, I been focused
  Glock 17 with no holster, my OG’s, so they colder
  I sold weed, till I wrote up, VR1 in my motor
  101, mine sit lower
  I just dropped two or three zips in my soda
  Don’t you say shit to my clique cause we roll up
  Found me a cool lil bitch from the Nolia
  About my Benjamin’s, I’m a high roller 
  Don’t keep asking’ for shit, I don’t owe ya 
  For money you niggas act loyal
  I ride to the top like a boil, two styrofoams of oil
  All this money got me goin’
  All these hundreds I be blowin’
  I could throw it like Mcnav and catch it like I’m Owеns
  I’m havin’ and you know it, I drive it like I stole it
  Ya brokе and ya bogus, a Lamb from a Focus
  200 for a Benz, Hellcat for my friends
  The bitch wet, deep in
  Never keep track of whatever I spend 
  My bitch a , all foreign 
  We count the bag in the morning 
  No basic bitches, they’re all borin’
  Over a hundred whenever I’m goin’
  All this money I can’t fold it
  Stack them hundreds to my shoulders
  Since seventeen, I been focused
  Glock 17 with no holster, my OG’s, so they colder
  I sold weed, till I wrote up, VR1 in my motor
  101, mine sit lower
  I just dropped two or three zips in my soda
  Don’t you say shit to my clique cause we roll up
  Found me a cool lil bitch from the Nolia
  About my Benjamin’s, I’m a high roller 
  Don’t keep asking’ for shit, I don’t owe ya 
  For money you niggas act loyal
  I ride to the top like a boil, two styrofoams of oil
  This money got me goin’
  This money got me goin’
  This money got me goin’