My Money (ft. Yo Gotti)

Niggas smokin' on that broccoli (whoo)

I can smell it through the oxygen

Niggas broke, yeah, they pocketless

Feds watching through binoculars

Pop a Perc', pop a Xanny

Baby, welcome to the family

Wise words from my granny

Get your money, fuck a Grammy

Fuck, fuck, fuck

Why is you all in your feelin's?

Why is you all in my business?

How you my man?

But you turned into a witness

Dang, dang, dang, dang

Got it on the track with Diplo, whoa

I'ma make a young bitch dip low, whoa

Bottles on the way baby, sip mo', mo'

Gang, yeah

Got it on the track with Diplo, whoa

I'ma make a thick bitch dip low, whoa

Bottles on the way baby sip mo', mo'

Gang, gang, uh

Pop a bar, pop a pill, Perc'

I'm a soldier, I'm in the field, work

I'm only fuckin' with the real, yeah

Gang, gang

I'm in L.A. like The Game

I'm a fly nigga, like a plane (pew)

She got stupid head, she insane (whoa)

Gang, gang, gang

Circle small, you can't hang with us

I'm like BlocBoy, I'm in Range

I'm a hot boy, I'm with Wayne

Ayy, yeah, yeah

Bitch, you better hop on the train (whoo)

These niggas fucking with a lame (lame)

Ain't no credit card fraud, bitch, I sold cocaine

Whip it, gang

Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it

Got it on the track with Diplo, dip

I'ma make a young bitch dip low, dip

Bottles on the way baby sip mo', sip

Gang, gang

Got it on the track with Diplo, whoa

I'ma make a thick bitch dip low, whoa

Bottles on the way baby sip mo', mo'

Gang, gang (gang, gang)