text: Memphis got the money, babes
  Yeah, yeah
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Yeah
  I popped a bean and I gave my bitch a Xanny 
  I pour up clean out the pint and I dont measure 
  I up that thing on your clique, might cause a hazard 
  Im from the old school cut, lets put on 
  Remember high school, nigga I was drippin in Palace 
  Now we on private jets, I turned my residence to Cali 
  In the YSL family, first we established 
  Pocket filled with green, nigga that cabbage 
  I need these my size 
  With this drip, bitch better catch me outside 
  I only want Forgiato rims when I ride 
  And a fully loaded FN on my side 
  I know my bro wont lose his hope fore I free him out the chain gang 
  I run with locs, they can get it for the low, these young niggas gang bang 
  All a real street nigga wanna do is stack it up and maintain 
  Then jump out Rari on these bitches, letting these chains swang 
  Got some VVSs these aint VS1 
  Brand new Balmain boots, nigga dont get stepped on 
  Got yo main bitch with me holding my left arm 
  And they wanted me to stop, muhfucker I kept going 
  Bitch thought she was my girl, had to pass her like Brett Favre 
  Bought a brand new G5, taking off like NASA 
  Wild lil beast better move on the street like a Jaguar 
  And shell stress till I eat that fish like Alaska
  I popped a bean and I gave my bitch a Xanny 
  I pour up clean out the pint and I dont measure 
  I up that thing on your clique, might cause a hazard 
  Im from the old school cut, lets put on 
  Remember high school, nigga I was drippin in Palace 
  Now we on private jets, I turned my residence to Cali 
  In the YSL family, first we established 
  Pocket filled with green, nigga that cabbage 
  I cant tell no lies 
  On the private island where we reside 
  I dont need no stylist with the shit I buy 
  I put that shit on, then light it on fire 
  I feel like Al Capone, play with me you die 
  Shit clique type, connect this shit to the ties 
  New wristwatch, iced my shit fore I strive 
  It came with all lies
  Protect my pride 
  I popped a bean and I gave my bitch a Xanny 
  I pour up clean out the pint and I dont measure 
  I up that thing on your clique, might cause a hazard 
  Im from the old school cut, lets put on 
  Remember high school, nigga I was drippin in Palace 
  Now we on private jets, I turned my residence to Cali 
  In the YSL family, first we established 
  Pocket filled with green, nigga that cabbage 
  Memphis got the money, babes