[Intro: J] Yes Sir! We money man Yes Sir! Get up Bitch [X15] (Shut the up!) Get up, Get up
Foreign cars, that's day A million off a tour, that's day A hundred broads, that's day Getting this money- Living large, in way
(smoking dope) that's day (run through your door) that's day (pulling hoes) that's day (Get money more) that's day [X2]
1: Wiz khalifa] Rapping ass There go Wiz, he a rapping ass I'm in a getting brain from a centerpiece Before you can mention my you need ten at least I know they hate cause of the paper a nigga see Light a J and say a for my enemies.... Yeah Made men bunch of ass niggas When you paid then you with some ass niggas I heard that money grow on trees so I one my old bitch at home got a new one Said that I quit but I'm back at it I said I quit drinking but I'm back at it Your bitch with us nigga that's tragic The go in the trunk....that's magic She rolling weed and she don't even Come to your job and make it flood bet you gone need a
[Verse 2: J] I'm 20 in and I still win with the taylors drinking gin and im dancing Sunday I will ride the monday I ride benz Any chick and all of her friends you know I'm Money spent (you know it), money folded (you know it) You got one crib (you know it), got 4 (you know it) clubs that I like gotta have poles ( you know it) Only with model chick, but I play with hoes (you know it) My sitting on forty acres --- who the neighbors? (whoooooo) bryant from the lakers...now thats paper (lets get it) And I mob through the hood I dont need no waviers (yes sir) Cause if you getting wrong, I'mma see you later (Blowww)