text: Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
  Yeah, ho
  Yeah, ho 
  Yeah, ho
  Uh, yeah
  Yall really aint getting no money, better get you some dough
  Yall really aint getting no money cause yall chasing these hoes
  Yall really aint getting no money, yeah we already know
  Yall really aint getting no money, stop that flexing, you broke
  Yall really aint putting up numbers but who keepin the score?
  Yall niggas way too funny, being broke aint no joke
  Made a hundred from a show and spent that all on some clothes
  Yall really aint no killers, yall really some hoes
  Let me see, let me see, let me see, let me see your bankroll
  Let me see, let me see, let me see, let me see your bankroll
  Let me see, let me see, let me see, how much it blow
  Let me see, let me see, let me see, you blow some more
  You really aint banging, really aint slanging
  Talking that shit but this life can get dangerous
  I keep the stainless, leave your ass brainless
  My life is painless, Im rich and famous
  You aint no Blood and you aint no Crip
  Aint got no drugs to make you no flip
  You like the softest nigga in the clique
  You like a pistol just without a clip
  You aint from the hood, you aint get that out the mud
  You aint come up off them drugs, and thats understood
  Man, I wish these niggas would, toss em in the firewood
  You aint with the mob
  Nah, you aint involved
  You talking so cases get solved
  You aint making calls
  Nah, you never gon ball
  Cause you wanna see niggas fall
  Bitch Im OG, Im spendin bands from 03
  And my outfit costs a G, this shit aint cheap
  I cant do nothing for free, I need like fifty a feat
  Somethin like a chief
  I make sure my niggas eat
  Put niggas up on they feet
  Nigga, dont reach
  Even though I keep the peace
  Ill hit your ass with this piece
  Yall really aint getting no money, better get you some dough
  Yall really aint getting no money cause yall chasing these hoes
  Yall really aint getting no money, yeah we already know
  Yall really aint getting no money, stop that flexing, you broke
  Yall really aint putting up numbers but who keepin the score?
  Yall niggas way too funny, being broke aint no joke
  Made a hundred from a show and spent that all on some clothes
  Yall really aint no killers, yall really some hoes
  Let me see, let me see, let me see, let me see your bankroll
  Let me see, let me see, let me see, let me see your bankroll
  Let me see, let me see, let me see, how much it blow
  Let me see, let me see, let me see, you blow some more
  Yeah, I got one of my plugs in here
  You know Juicy J done came in this bitch, you know
  I got to show off for him, you know
  Send the load
  I got the breadwinner status, breadwinner automatic
  I went to Arkansas and got at it, I took the route down to Miami
  Timmy bust down, got traffic, we at the flea market with a Caddy
  Ask your boy do I speak it in Spanish
  Walk in the mall and I meet with a manager
  Watch how you handle a nigga on camera
  Big booty bitch need to know I got stamina, yeah
  Never mind, money coming legit
  Money time, bought a jet
  Switchin lines, steady bumpin collect
  MoneyGram, standin up in they chest
  You read books and you know how to play chess
  Why dont crooks learn how to finesse?
  Quality H, Im one of the best
  Still in, had to take a lil rest
  Stayed solid, hit the cell and reset
  Fresh out of jail, ordered a jet
  Not bad when you come from the jects
  Get mad, you look kinda upset
  Front pass, not regular yet
  Two seater with the, huh, on deck
  Yall really aint getting no money, better get you some dough
  Yall really aint getting no money cause yall chasing these hoes
  Yall really aint getting no money, yeah we already know
  Yall really aint getting no money, stop that flexing, you broke
  Yall really aint putting up numbers but who keepin the score?
  Yall niggas way too funny, being broke aint no joke
  Made a hundred from a show and spent that all on some clothes
  Yall really aint no killers, yall really some hoes
  See I hop in the Jag, then I get to the bag
  I be making her mad, I drip with the swag
  I be spending this cash, do the digital dash
  My gang on the map
  We pull up to your trap
  We dont care where you at
  They want me to lack
  I dont fear none of that 
  Cause my bro got the strap
  Got Ms in the safe
  Bad bitches in the Wraith
  All I know is first place
  Niggas hating, okay
  They could never get in my way
  Ima ball hard all day
  I done came up
  You can never take me down
  Wonder why they girls wanna date me now?
  Oh shit, more hits
  Lil Skies on the paper route, bitch
  Yall really aint getting no money, better get you some dough