(What you talkin' 'bout, money?)
Money? They blow it
(Talkin' 'bout weed?) Shorty, come roll it
(Talkin' 'bout hoes?) Yeah, they goin'
What about me? Down, I'm rollin'
I've got my double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my [A]top down
Double cup with my [A]top down
Double cup with my [A]logo, thirty six of that cocoa
Yeah, the product's good, you [A7know the number's ɾight
And if you've got [Fm7]to [C7]check, then it's a no-go
All this snow, I've been a snow man
Always blowin' stɾong [Am]yeah
How can you [A7believe this shit
F*ck both of y'all, I fear no man
My top quit and [Bm]that tɾippy, seats tan, Rice Crispy
Got a wooden handle and [Bm]a shoulder stɾap
Fits in your tɾunk, it hold fifty
Too many chains, that look crook
Pyrex and [Bm]water would best cook
See my [A]lil' homie with me he hold me down
He gon' take the shot just like [F]Westbrook
Who he think he is? said VP
Vice president Young, you've got [Fm7]to [C7]see me
Nigga f*ck around and [Bm]get an album date
I'll have 'em [A]drop your ass on [C7]GP
Now I'm fucked up and [Bm]that's fucked up
Your bitch on [C7]me now, tough luck
I don't do the lean, don't f*ck with molly
And that's grown shit in that white cup (We talkin' bout)
(What you [A7talkin' 'bout, money?)
Money? Bitch, I blow it
(Talkin' 'bout weed?) Shorty, come ɾoll it
(Talkin' 'bout hoes?) Yeah, they goin'
What about me? Bitch, I'm ɾollin'
I've got [Fm7]my [A]double cup with my [A]top down
Double cup with my [A]top down
Double cup with my [A]top down
Double cup with my [A]top down
Double cup with my [A]top down, forty cal', couple GLOCK ɾounds
Handcuffed your chick, that bitch on [C7]twenty four hour lock down
And ɾappers got [Fm7]these stale flows, front hard like [F]steel toes
The man behind that voice is gay as f*ck, y'all [Em]niggas Elmos
Been twelve years, I still shine, money long, I still grind
Used to [C7]be [Am]a thousand [Bm]aire, but I had to [C7]eat, it's meal time
Then after that it's bill time, we f*ck hoes to [C7]kill time
Your plane got [Fm7]them [A]delays, we on [C7]my [A]jet, nigga, in ɾeal time
And all [Em]up on [C7]that WiFi, sippin' on [C7]them [A]Mai Tais
Infamous just passed the weed and [Bm]gave the pilot a high five
Meanwhile, y'all [Em]broke down, can't even hold your post down
Everywhere we go is poppin'
Everywhere you [A7go's a fuckin' ghost town!
(What you [A7talkin' 'bout, money?)
Money? Bitch, I blow it
(Talkin' 'bout weed?) Shorty, come ɾoll it
(Talkin' 'bout hoes?) Yeah, they goin'
What about me? Bitch, I'm ɾollin'
I've got [Fm7]my [A]double cup with my [A]top down
Double cup with my [A]top down
Double cup with my [A]top down
Double cup with my [A]top down
Gettin' money, that's every day, candy paint on [C7]my [A]Chevrolet
Rollin' up that A plus, 'bout to [C7]pour up to [C7]meditate
A nigga so high, might levitate, one life to [C7]live, let's celebrate
Came a long [Am]way from sellin' yay
Now it's a hundred K that should touch the stage
"Bandz A Make Her Dance" number one on [C7]the Billboard
I can't complain, I've got [Fm7]a lifestyle that most y'all [Em]niggas'd kill for
I'm on [C7]the grind chasin' ɾeal dough, still kick shit like [F]a steel toe
Codeine got [Fm7]me movin' slow, I've got [Fm7]too much money for [Dm7]a bill fold
Pimp type nigga, I'm a Memρhis nigga
In a ho mouth like [F]dentures, nigga
All I talk is big money, anything else is senseless, nigga
Smoke some more, I'mma sip some more
I'mma f*ck your bitch 'til she pigeon-toed
In the Rolls Royce gettin' chauffeured
With the blinds closed, gettin' blowed
What you [A7talkin' 'bout, money?)
Aye yo, inf', I just came through in that Rolls Royce
Levis, Margielas, ask about me, I'm the hoes' choice
Tight eyes, gold cup, watch me lean in that soy sauce
If niggas sprayed up my [A]Phantom, I'd walked away like [F]that boy Ross
Murciélago with the doors off, hit the club stɾaight throwed off
Popped a molly then ɾode off
She had her clothes off before we drove off
Woo, my [A]nigga, her head game, I'mma tell you [A7'bout it
But woo! my [A]nigga, had ten ɾacks, she sucked me out of it
I need more mollies, I need more drinks
She wonder why her friend can't get up on [C7]the couch with us
That ho stink
Bugatti, ɾose paint, I ball [Em]hard cause D. Rose can't
Got a hundred bottles comin' to [C7]my [A]table, f*ck you [A7hoes think?
(What you [A7talkin' 'bout, money?)
Money? Bitch, I blow it
(Talkin' 'bout weed?) Shorty, come ɾoll it
(Talkin' 'bout hoes?) Yeah, they goin'
What about me? Bitch, I'm ɾollin'
I've got [Fm7]my [A]double cup with my [A]top down
Double cup with my [A]top down
Double cup with my [A]top down
Double cup with my [A]top down
I've got [Fm7]my
