Fuck round and get ran up on 
Fuck round, get lost and found 
YSL need a big amount 
YSL, trillest out 
Got a AP on, yeah 
The bitch got no diamonds, ha 
The bitch just plain Jane, uh
Its hittin with the chain mane, yeah
Nigga, my chain swing, yeah, yeah
Nigga, we gon bang, yeah
A young nigga gang bang, yeah, yeah
We tryna get some real stain, yeah, yeah
Ill fuck around and pop that trunk
You can try to act bad if you want
I got a big bag on me right now
Ill fuck around and put it on your dome
You got new , dont you?
You gon do the dash, dont you?
You fuckin with your man, dont you?
You fuck around and crash, dont you?
The ET phoning home, let me see what you on 
Black diamonds like black stones 
It came from Rosetta Stone 
Ayy, real pimp shit, thats what we on 
Ima come but Im not stayin long 
I saw my woes 
I washed her clothes 
I washed it raw 
I sent it home 
I do what I want 
I aint gotta call home 
I aint gotta prove nothin 
Fuck around and get blammed, oh, oh
Gettin money always, yeah, uh
We gettin money always, yeah, uh
We trappin out the hallways, ah, ah
We trappin out the hallways , yeah, yeah
We gettin money always, uh, uh
We gettin money always, yeah, uh
We trappin out the hallways, ah, ah
We trappin out the hallways, yeah
We blammin in the hallways, yeah, uh
We gettin money always, yeah, uh
These fuck niggas wont play, uh-uh
We blam up the hallway, uh, yeah
We blam up the hallway, uh, uh 
Blam up the hallways, uh, uh 
Im gettin money always, yeah, yeah 
Blam up the hallway, yeah, yeah
Nah, we dont play them games over here, bruh 
My rocket pocketll make you disappear, bruh 
My left pocketll pay for you funeral
Them young niggas that never had shit who I do it for 
Trappin out the apartments 
Scrapped up in the party 
Pistol in my lap , and in the compartment 
Pussy, you a target , all my niggas solid 
Why you so nervous? I came up servin 
All my niggas lurkin 
Walked in Versace, spent twenty thousand, didnt do it on purpose 
I keep gettin richer, jump in the Maybach, close the curtains
Turn my lemonade purple 
Thinkin money and murder 
I came up goin crazy with that sack, nigga 
Dolph, you that nigga , thats a fact, nigga 
I send a bitch across the country with them stacks with her 
She a bad bitch and keep the latest bag with her 
Yeah
Gettin money always, yeah, uh
We gettin money always, yeah, uh
We trappin out the hallways, ah, ah
We trappin out the hallways, yeah, yeah
We gettin money always, uh, uh
We gettin money always, yeah, uh
We trappin out the hallways, ah, ah
We trappin out the hallways, yeah
We blammin in the hallways, yeah, uh
We gettin money always, yeah, uh
These fuck niggas wont play, uh-uh
We blam up the hallway, uh, yeah
We blam up the hallway, uh, uh
Blam up the hallways, uh, uh
Im gettin money always, yeah, yeah
Blam up the hallway, yeah, yeah