text: Fukk 12
  DP on the beat
  What? Yeah 
  I got that money, Im ballin 
  You got that money, you broke 
  My handgun dont got a holster 
  All of my niggas, they soldiers 
  Throwing elbows like Magnolia 
  Know that my belt be that Goyard 
  Uh, no you cant hold this , ayy
  In the back, car got the motor, ayy
  My girl never drops her focus , ayy
  I get that bitch in my Lotus, ayy
  She fuck with me in a mobile, ayy
  Get this money by myself, yeah
  Counting hundreds by myself, yeah
  Counting all these commas, spending all these commas
  Rich nigga wealth, yeah
  Little bitch, Im your dad, yeah 
  Spending all this fucking cash, yeah
  Rob a nigga with no mask, yeah
  Run away and then I dab, yeah
  I understand that shit is Margiela
  But I had that shit last year 
  Young nigga on some Raf shit 
  Rock Supreme with the Thrasher 
  What? Yeah 
  I got that money, Im ballin 
  You got that money, you broke 
  My handgun dont got a holster 
  All of my niggas, they soldiers 
  Throwing elbows like Magnolia 
  Know that my belt be that Goyard 
  Uh, no you cant hold this 
  What? Yeah 
  I got that money, Im ballin 
  You got that money, you broke 
  My handgun dont got a holster 
  All of my niggas, they soldiers 
  Throwing elbows like Magnolia 
  Know that my belt be that Goyard 
  Uh, no you cant hold this 
  I do not really have friends
  Strapped the fool Quez, thats my kin
  Driver pull up in that Benz
  She pulling up with her friends
  Twenty bitches coming over
  Twenty thousand in a coaster
  Make it clap like a nola
  Make it shake like a motor
  Say she in love with a nigga
  Say she in love with the life
  I aint been home in a minute
  And yes, she be getting me right
  Say she really want a sentence
  My young niggas got plenty
  Hundred thousand in the skinnies
  Fishtailing out of Dennys
  We gonna book you a day
  I get the money, escape
  You know the windbreaker is Bape
  You know I Louis the drapes
  Hustle brand new, aint got plates
  Call up Michelle for a plate
  Make me the strip, wanna stay
  You know that I got the cake
  What? Yeah 
  I got that money, Im ballin 
  You got that money, you broke 
  My handgun dont got a holster 
  All of my niggas, they soldiers 
  Throwing elbows like Magnolia 
  Know that my belt be that Goyard 
  Uh, no you cant hold this 
  What? Yeah 
  I got that money, Im ballin 
  You got that money, you broke 
  My handgun dont got a holster 
  All of my niggas, they soldiers 
  Throwing elbows like Magnolia 
  Know that my belt be that Goyard 
  Uh, no you cant hold this 
  Gun on my boat like Im Mystikal 
  Bitches be broke, then you pitiful 
  My watch is Sonny like Digital 
  Bitches be broke, we aint hearing you
  I got that bank and I show it 
  Walk in the bank and they know me 
  Might cop a tank with a Rollie 
  Might cop a tank with a Rollie, yeah
  What? , yeah 
  Nigga, do not run up on me 
  I got that llama up on me 
  Then we gon come for your homies
  That nigga talked to the police 
  Telling a nigga description 
  Said that a nigga was fly as a bitch
  And they was taking his picture 
  And the jewelry all gold, yeah 
  And he pull up with his woes, yeah 
  V.I.P. full of hoes, yeah
  Baby playing with her nose, yeah
  Im the type to put a bitch to work
  You the type to go up in her purse
  Me and Uzi Vert in the vert
  Me and Uzi Vert in the vert
  What? Yeah 
  I got that money, Im ballin 
  You got that money, you broke 
  My handgun dont got a holster 
  All of my niggas, they soldiers 
  Throwing elbows like Magnolia 
  Know that my belt be that Goyard 
  Uh, no you cant hold this 
  What? Yeah 
  I got that money, Im ballin 
  You got that money, you broke 
  My handgun dont got a holster 
  All of my niggas, they soldiers 
  Throwing elbows like Magnolia 
  Know that my belt be that Goyard 
  Uh, no you cant hold this 
  Ayy
  Fukk 12
  DP on the beat