[Hook] You don't got enough cheese boy fuck wrong with you You ain't no street nigga can't make no song with you Boy that ain't yo cheese it don't belong to you I got so much money I do what I wanna do Wanna do, do what I wanna do I got so much money I do what I wanna do What I wanna do, what I wanna do How many cars should I buy? Tell me 1 or 2
[Verse 1] Got 30 boppers, power pills, codeine, and that gunja And I don't do that molly, give that shit to Blood Money And we don't love these bitches we just fuck them and dump them And boy don't test me your best bet trying Obama I pull up in that 'rari screaming boy fuck your Hyundai And I ain't gonna stop 'till Beyonce my fiancée I'm flexing on these bitches all gold bottles no Bombay Take 50 thousand dollars, Ill run through it in one day I'm a Glo Boy I be shining from my wrist to my gold teeth And you better be talking money when you approach me I been balling so damn hard I swear I think that I'm Kobe You say I ain't getting money pussy boy you don't know me