I can see that bullshit from a mile away 
You can stack my money bout a mile away 
I got three white bitches like its powder day 
Mink coat with the rolls like a Shar Pei
And all of my bitches sexy, call them Barbies 
She lookin back like Im flexin, baby, no way 
And lately, I been on that Dusse, yee
Got me a check, I got a check
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check 
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check 
Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check 
Money on my mind, I got money on my brain
Money in my pants, I got money I call change
20, 50, 100, 500 millions made
Big hunna Thugga, screamin free that Gucci Mane
If I need some racks, Ima flip me some packs
I talk like I want and she dont say nothin back
If cops pull up, I put that crack in my crack
Or I put that brack in my brack
Call little shawty, made her fuck on my brodie
If you dont owe me, bitch, still act like you owe me
I promise I wont ever quit, bitch, Im Kobe
And I whip that white, you can snow me
Stoner Young Thugger
I whip it, that bitch, yeah, she know me, Young Thugger
Yeah, she shinin like butter
The bitch from Chicago, I call her young Cutler
Leave it to Beaver
I pull up in Bentleys with London, they all want to meet him
Yeah, they all wanna greet him
They pull down they pants and they all wanna eat him, uh
No, they wont tease on that dick, they wont read on that dick
They wont leash on that dick, dont Felicia that dick
Mamacita that dick, they gon snitch on that dick
And she screamin loud, she cant secret that dick
Mama a beast on that dick
If she bad, Ima gon an Four Season that bitch
Eat that, lil bitch, Ima feast that lil bitch, mm
I got me a check, I got a check
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check 
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check 
Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check 
Money on my mind, I got money on my brain
Yeah, Im like, baby, baby, baby, I need racks
Money in my pants, I got money I call change
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks
20, 50, 100, 500 millions made
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I want racks
Big hunna Thugga, screamin free that Gucci Mane
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks, hey!
Bitch, Im a Migo, I play with kilo
When I put ice on, I am Sub-Zero
All of my niggas, they hard, call em beetles
Niggas was fake so I kept me a Ruger in Regals
Droppin the top on the Bentley
Im with the Birdman, yeah, the eagle
Geeked out my mind, man, Im tripping out
I dont know none of these people
Make my little shawty go get me a four and bring back me a liter
Yes, I got threats, Im not worried bout that
They know they can get whacked and I swear I done
Got me a check, I got a check
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check 
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check 
Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check 
Yeah, Im like, baby, baby, baby, I need racks
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I want racks
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks, hey!
We got London on da Track!