I need that money up front, I don't play no games
That pretty motherf*cker who'll be spitting on your grave
Have them slept, have them marked with a red dot on slay
Beetleborg bag and a double edged blade
If you want smoke then I'll help you count the days
Knock you to the ground and put ya in a haze
Have you begging on your knees like in lord Lil RoseGold's name we'll pray
I can do this all damn day
Talk about myself like a Brady or a Bundy
Keeps the bite marks on her booty cos she loves me
Left sweating like we left the whole room bloody
Jump in the tank and whip into the night ya
Creeping in the murdah with no headlights on
Only see our jewelry when we shining all bright unh
1911 when we pull up on sight ah
Bang bang gang gang with the gold teeth
Shit talkers, skull knockers, putting out the beef
Flash flash go dash get off of the street
We can do it don't test us leave us to our leaf
Cash machine, cash machine, please oh won't you sing to me
Stack it in the safe with the diesel, and the stacks I glean
Keep it all tracked so I know just what they're taxing me
Keep it all split just in case they're out there tracking me
Oh cash machine, oh cash machine, oh please oh won't you sing to me
I keep it in the safe with the cookie, and the stacks of green
Keep it all packed so I can dip if they're after me
I keep the hammer close just in case they think they catchin me
Diversified investments so you know I can finesse
Finesse the best out her dress make her heart beat out her chest
Be the mess with the crest missing text because my flex
Broken since 2003 but you don't know me now or about my set
Brutalize the hood of your Bugatti
Taking off on a murdered out Ducati
I'll do the same to your brand new Audi
Take all your riches before I take your body
Bang bang gang gang with the gold teeth
Flash flash go dash get off the street
Run up the front of your candy paint lam
Taking all your money like I'm Uncle Sam
Let it stick, no pam, got yourself in quite a jam
Wham bam, van damn, shooting like its Vietnam
Rolling thunder when we got rifles on deck
Subs have the kick but the guns leave the wreck
Like living dead, only stopped by a bullet to the head
Only cure for how I'm so damn sick