text: That, that, that, that, th-that be Maaly Raw
  Yeah, um, I just be stackin my money
  I just be countin my money 
  Yeah, walkin around with these hundreds
  Somebody show my opponents
  Yeah, I fucked your bitch on a Monday
  I put that dick in her stomach
  Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
  I turned that bitch to a runner
  Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
  I turned that bitch to a runner
  Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
  I turned that bitch to a runner
  Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
  I turned that bitch to a runner
  Yeah, most of you niggas be funny
  Only talk to me bout money
  Yeah, smile with my grin, now its sunny
  Smile with my grin, now its sunny
  Ayy, nowadays Im gettin money
  Eatin my eggs little runny
  Ayy, nowadays Im takin xannys
  That shit turned me to a junkie
  Yeah, I fucked your bitch
  She sucked my dick and that ho got a donkey
  Ayy, if you fight me and beat me
  Pussy nigga better off me
  Yeah, choppers, they come with the stick
  Put your ass right in the coffin
  Yeah, better yet come with your clip
  Hit your stomach, now you nauseous
  Fuckin your bitch, Im a boss
  Usin my defense, go straight through an offense
  Diamonds so heavy on teeth
  Cause I swear to God I dont do the talkin
  Raf Simons heavy on feet
  Cause I swear to God I dont do the walkin
  Smokin this gas, I cant breathe
  Thats the reason a lil nigga keep coughin 
  Yeah Im takin these Xans, I cant see
  But its still Cartier right when Im stoppin
  Yeah, um, I just be stackin my money
  I just be countin my money 
  Yeah, walkin around with these hundreds
  Somebody show my opponents
  Yeah, I fucked your bitch on a Monday
  I put that dick in her stomach
  Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
  I turned that bitch to a runner
  Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
  I turned that bitch to a runner
  Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
  I turned that bitch to a runner
  Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
  I turned that bitch to a runner
  Yeah, most of you niggas be funny
  Only talk to me bout money
  Turned that bitch straight to a runner
  Turned that bitch straight to a runner
  Takin a flight to London
  Takin a flight to London
  Turned that bitch straight to a runner
  Turned that bitch straight to a runner
  Takin a flight to London
  Takin a flight to London
  Dump at you more than Count Dracula
  Callin my style spectacular
  Suckin me off like Dracula
  D magic are like abracadabra
  Walk in the spot and I set that bitch off
  Coppin that Ricky, don’t care what the cost
  I hear you niggas, you takin the sauce
  Cash money on me, my diamonds go bling
  Been rockin designer
  Ive been rockin designer
  Damn, Acne jean jacket
  Yeah, with the Rick Owens to match, Im fly
  Yeah, um, pull out that MAC
  Um, if you gon pull on my racks
  Whippin that shit and I whip in that shit
  And I stay in the trap
  Yeah, um, I just be stackin my money
  I just be countin my money 
  Yeah, walkin around with these hundreds
  Somebody show my opponents
  Yeah, I fucked your bitch on a Monday
  I put that dick in her stomach
  Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
  I turned that bitch to a runner
  Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
  I turned that bitch to a runner
  Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
  I turned that bitch to a runner
  Yeah, I turned that bitch to a runner
  I turned that bitch to a runner
  Yeah, most of you niggas be funny
  Only talk to me bout money