[Hook: Johnny Maycash] The money came fast, now these niggas hate I'm gon' get that cake, bitch I'm gon' get straight I might fuck your ho so get her out my face I catch her out there standin' every day Now I check the bag, it filled with spaz of course I'm only 19 bout to cop a Porsche He say he flexin' but his money short You fast as fire, need to go back where you started
[Verse 2: Chief Keef] Ridin' in that mojo lowey Pockets filled with hundred money I am not no dummy dummy Pistol hit your tummy tummy And I got a tommy tommy Glock 10 marked doin' bunnies bunnies He want beef its funny funny We come through, army army All we see is running running Guess what, I am blunted blunted This shit smells like onions onions Trae Cas Stacy be smokin' that funny funny, funny Swear that shit ain't funny funny 3.5 in my blunted blunted Let me get some top honey Then I might just bone it bone it Walk in the label, then I'm runnin' runnin' I need my cash at this fuckin' moment This is Bentley, we is not no Hummers Don't make me catch a fuckin' homie
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[Verse 2: Johnny Maycash] I drink mud nigga, hella mud nigga I keep lotta pills just to keep me up nigga That's the drug nigga, you ain't no drug nigga You wish you was Swisher, I'm the plug nigga Sosa nigga, with the 36 grams of the good nigga I feel good nigga, I wish you would nigga Bust a .30 pistol, ain't shit like Tiger woods nigga They say they get money, he don't get money Boy show me your pockets, can you stop this logic These niggas broke, they ain't gettin' nothin' Steady watchin' the money come and go But my niggas be on it Cash rule everything my nigga You know that we want it