All I got is time for it, that’s the bottom line
Seen your section in the club, it’s a lotta dudes
I be riding everywhere, I ain’t hiding
Yeah I’m bout it, floss I got it, got that product in my pocket

We big mobbin’, now she plottin’
Yeah, where that bag at
Touch the bag, run it back, get it poppin’
Something gotta move, I’mma make it all shake
Yeah I made a lot of money, but it’s not enough
Lotta drank, lotta food, and a lotta jewels
Yeah, and they all hate
Cross faded in the club, head nodding
G-Star jeans got really deep pockets
That’s foolish, I’m all about my profit, gettin’ rich

I do not respect they rhythm cause the all fake, ay
I need 50 for a show, where that cash at
Never sleeping, eyes open ’cause I know these niggas leeches
I’m a boss, shit don’t move, it don’t get approved
Not from the D, but I’m Cartier buffing
I’mma make you jump like a ball fake
$$$, beep
She choosin’, but I ain’t tryna knock a nigga bitch
Looked him in his eyes and I knew that he was bluffing
Yeah, got it poppin’ in the Rich
And my momma riding Louie for her luggage
Even though I’m getting paper like a damn fax
I’m a beast and everything these rapper saying is facetious
Hella smart ’cause my momma was a teacher
And I really got it, out the swamp, I’m a creature
Pull up with gorillas like it’s animal planet
That’s on everything, I promise I’m gon’ run it up
[Verse 1]
Bad bitch magnet, Ray got me dancing
Yeah, now I need 20 for a feature
I be styling, with them stylists, cut her off ’cause she was childish
Won’t spit a flow without no dollar signs, and that not a lie
All cash for my whip it ain’t no leases, got my pink slips
20 cash O, blow a check like it was nothing
Yeah, all the cougars say I’m handsome
She from Sacramento, threw her on that Amtrak
Used to it, so really you are not surprised as shit
The bay in good hands, call me Suzy Allstate
I was raised different, live by a set of rules
Oakland airport, taking pictures when I’m landed
Frank Sinatra of this shit I did it my way
The gear in the whip like my trip’s exotic