[ Featuring Desmond Christian ]
Can't fold under pressure tell these niggas no I would never turn on the bros for the cheddar see I'm a big stepper run a nigga down wit the metal they a demon till they run into the devil fly with the fellas you know a nigga broke if he jealous you know we got the loud you can smell it
Let's see who getting fetti
If you got that money coming steady on the march set ready throw it up
Throw it up throw it up throw it up throw it up You got that money coming fast throw it up know you go get it right back throw it up go put yo jewelry to the sky throw it up you know we keep that fie throw it up
Bae you fine listen I trying to waste yo time throw it up baby imma take ya down all this money on the ground looking like water you can come in drown how you make that ass clap I'm in love with the sound
Break down
Tell them get the weed and break down
Bitch I'm on I ain't gotta wait now got em wide awake now and you know we got them shooters and ya town
We'll slide like we on the playground nigga we don't play round with that paper and them checks do t bounce all this motherf*cking money ain't nobody keeping count
Nigga 10 20 50 100 bring that money out you can see we in the game and they hating out of bounce cause we balling shotcalling f*ck a foul and you know we up the score everytime we touchdown with the plane Jane Rollie bout to get it bust down we was down back than but a nigga up now
Throw it up throw it up throw it up throw it up You got that money coming fast throw it up know you go get it right back throw it up go put yo jewelry to the sky throw it up you know we keep that fie throw it up