Like strippers a lot of
Like strippers a lot of
Like strippers a lot of
Like strippers a lot of
Like strippers a lot of
Bang
Hit the mall and I ball 
Remember when I aint had nothing at all 
I remember nothing at all 
Had the coke stuffed in my draws 
Bad bitch in my missed calls 
Foreigns in my front 
Like strippers a lot of ones 
I love them hundreds 
Aye, aye
Aye
I only fuck with my money machine 
Cause it dont say nothing but beep 
And I made my gun speak
Go bang bang
My gun tote a hundred
In my pocket, hundreds
My car cost a hundred, thou
Smoking on this ganja, wow
We got extensions on the room
I got my bitches in the room
Getting freaky in the room
Guns go click clack, bang that bitch
Boy, we be in that bitch
Let a bitch try to set me up, Im gon bring that bitch
Aye, and get away with it
That bitch shouldve known I dont play that shit
Remember I used to be taking shit
Now I can spend thirty on the chains and shit
Nigga, who you banging with?
Almighty still on that same damn shit
Almighty still on that same damn shit