DP on the beat
Sosa on the beat
Sosa, where you going? To the money
Runnin to it, bitch, Im runnin
Like I got on cleats
Pull up, stuntin like Im going to luncheon
You call my phone, you talkin a hundred
Million, yeah, bitch, I want it
Baby, I can take you on an island, I aint talkin Stony
How you just keep hittin it floating?
Baby, I can buy you a new sew-in
Baby, I be pistol toting
Got my pistol and you know it
I go too fast, she like, Boy, slow it
Im like, Okay, baby, Im gon fold it
She like, Boy, thats a hundred mil on the table
Im like, I know it
Jewelry blingin, bitch, I show it
They like, Boy, you gettin bloated
Im too turnt, yeah, bitch, Im loaded
And my style, these niggas stole it
Chopper come through wrestling, Mick Foley
Bitches like, Oh God, Im glo-ing
I remember when I aint have nothin
I woke up like, Oh God, Im glo-ing
There go the damn police
Im gon get up out of here slowly
Baby, I got on a Breitling
I cant buy you a damn Rollie
Cause if I bought hoes anything
I be ballin out, you know it
And I done gave your ass a chance
You done fucked around and blowed it
I get money just as fast as the damn stove shit
I dont need Shaq, I ball like I am Kobe
I dont need Yao, I ball like I am McGrady
Just call me when you talkin money
Swear Im money brazy
Sosa, where you going? To the money
Runnin to it, bitch, Im runnin
Like I got on cleats
Pull up, stuntin like Im going to luncheon
You call my phone, you talkin a hundred
Million, yeah, bitch, I want it
Baby, I can take you on an island, I aint talkin Stony
How you just keep hittin it floating?
Baby, I can buy you a new sew-in
Baby, I be pistol toting
Got my bitch on and you know it
I go too fast, she like, Boy, slow it
Im like, Okay, baby, Im gon fold it
She like, Boy, thats a hundred mil on the table
Im like, I know it
Where you going? To the money
Runnin to it, bitch, Im runnin
Like I got on cleats
Pull up, stuntin like Im going to luncheon
You call my phone, you talkin a hundred
Million, yeah, bitch, I want it
Baby, I can take you on an island, I aint talkin Stony
How you just keep hittin it floating?
Baby, I can buy you a new sew-in
Baby, I be pistol toting
Got my pistol and you know it
I go too fast, she like, Boy, slow it
Im like, Okay, baby, Im gon fold it
She like, Boy, thats a hundred mil on the table
Im like, I know it