Squad
I be gettin money
I be gettin money, countin so much damn money
Gettin money, countin so much damn money
Damn money 
Glo Gang, ridin Forgiatos 
Glo Gang
Its Money Beatz, you dun know
I be gettin dough, fuckin all these hoes
Then I get to my number, but why you dont call me, though?
I say, Bitch, Im in my glory, stuntin on all these hoes
Now can I get some head while Im leanin off a four?
See, these niggas, they be mad, these hoes glad they saw me, though
And we dont do no pass, but Ill pass you in Raris, though
See, these bitches they be goin cause I got all the dough
I pull up in that foreign Beamer gang, Forgiatos
I be gettin money, countin so much damn money 
Counted up a hunnid fifty thousand last Sunday 
Then I went to the strip club that Monday 
Made it rain all night, all I threw was hunnids 
They like, Ballout, you gettin too much damn money 
Never too much, I got too much damn money
Pulled up on them Forgis, had them hoes going bonkers 
I dont trust these hoes, I dont fuck on em with no condom 
I dont trust these hoes, I just fuck em then I dump em 
Leanin off this Act, got people talkin bout my stomach 
Fresh as hell, make a hood bitch straight vomit 
Still in the hood ridin Forgiatos, bitch, stuntin 
I be gettin dough, fuckin all these hoes
Then I get to my number, but why you dont call me, though?
I say, Bitch, Im in my glory, stuntin on all these hoes
Now can I get some head while Im leanin off a four?
See, these niggas, they be mad, these hoes glad they saw me, though
And we dont do no pass, but Ill pass you in Raris, though
See, these bitches they be goin cause I got all the dough
I pull up in that foreign Beamer gang, Forgiatos
I pull up in that foreign Beamer gang, Forgiatos
And, I get so much dough, I got it all, for you, its slow
And, you cant get no money, you dark and I do the Glo
And, yeah, we cocky, arrogant, Reggie, man, let them hammers spit
All these bitches goin, dont want them no mo, aint none to pick
Two cell phones, if I had three, promise you, still wont call a bitch
All these niggas rappin for outer sky checks, man, thats some shit
When Im at the top, we the Glo Gang, let us take on yo bitch
And we ride with TECs, MACs, and .30s, FNs, all type of shit
Yeah, we cocky, arrogant, Reggie, man, let them hammers spit 
I be gettin dough, fuckin all these hoes
Then I get to my number, but why you dont call me, though?
I say, Bitch, Im in my glory, stuntin on all these hoes
Now can I get some head while Im leanin off a four?
See, these niggas, they be mad, these hoes glad they saw me, though
And we dont do no pass, but Ill pass you in Raris, though
See, these bitches they be goin cause I got all the dough
I pull up in that foreign Beamer gang, Forgiatos