Yeah, good Actavis drankin mothafucka, by the way
You dig? Yeah, yeah
Woah, woah
My car 911, I was in a twin tower 
I sold a triple-double on the red, yeah 
I drip my sauce, confetti with the shit, yeah 
Got twenty bitches in the country like Big KRIT, yeah 
Yeah, money on top of these niggas, money on top of these bitches 
Money on top of the skit, money on top of the lick 
Money on top of his neck, Im bout to buy, zero credit 
Money on top of these hoes, money on top of the shit 
Money on top of this weed, money on top of these bricks 
I put Chanel on my seat , I put chinchilla on, its mink 
Dasani water my fingers, this money callin my people
You know Im prepared for the reaper
Chanel on the back of the seats 
I Chanel crop the Bentley seats, yeah
Ed Hardy tattoo on my feet, yeah
Im the real definition of street, yeah
This the real definition of fleek
I was just poppin on everything 
I got that pop on me and everything 
Im on the block, I got every chain 
I know the feds know everything
Got a feelin they tellin them everything 
Havin sex with a red thing 
I remain saying nothing, I remain to say nothing
Yeah, money on top of these niggas, money on top of these bitches 
Yeah, money on top of the skit, money on top of the lick
Yeah, money on top of his neck, Im bout to buy, zero credit
Yeah, money on top of these hoes, money on top of the shit
My car 911, I was in a twin tower 
I sold a triple-double on the red, yeah 
Im drippin my sauce, confetti with the shit, yeah 
Got twenty bitches in the country like Big KRIT, yeah 
I smoked him and left the driveway full of bricks 
So rich, I could pay everybody momma rent 
Im Kodak in the court, I aint going for shit 
I was thinkin about her right when I seen my bitch 
Theyll take you off, dont say I wont, yeah 
Ten karats in my ears, I make it split 
Ten karats in my ears, its causin a split 
Let your panties hit the ground when I walk in, lil bitch 
Hold a hundred kilos, fuck a pack, huh
Who gonna stop me if Im dead, huh? 
Who the fuck gon stop me when Im mad, huh? 
Christopher Columbus with a bag, huh 
I just got the new V-12 Jag 
I just flipped it out with paper tags 
Pull up on the opps and do em bad 
Twelve rack crop bag 
Floyd on they ass 
I go Floyd, make my bitches call me daddy 
She aint got no home training, she was suckin dick in that caddy
I was bout to pull up, air that shit, whats the addy? 
My car 911, I was in a twin tower 
I sold a triple-double on the red, yeah 
Im drippin my sauce, confetti with the shit, yeah 
Got twenty bitches in the country like Big KRIT, yeah
Yeah, money on top of these niggas, money on top of these bitches
Money on top of the skit, money on top of the lick
Money on top of his neck, Im bout to buy, zero credit
Money on top of these hoes, money on top of the shit