You dont got enough cheese boy f*ck wrong with you
You ain't no street nigga can't make no song with you
Boy that ain't yo cheese it dont belong to you
I got so much money I do what I wanna do
Wanna do, do what I wanna do
I got so much money I do what I wanna do
What I wanna do, what I wanna do
How many cars should I buy? Tell me 1 or 2
Got 30 boppers, power pills, codeine, and that ganja
And I dont do that molly, give that shit to Blood Money
And we dont love these bitches we just f*ck them and dump them
And boy dont test me your best bet trying Obama
I pull up in that Rari screaming boy f*ck your Hyundai
And I ain't gonna stop til Beyonce my fiance
Im flexin on these bitches all gold bottles no Bombay
Take 50 thousand dollars, Ill run through it in one day
Im a glo boy I be shining from my wrist to my gold teeth
And you better be talkin money when you approach me
I been ballin so damn hard I swear I think that im Kobe
You say I ain't getting money p*ssy boy you dont know me