Alright
Go'n get it
Woo woo, yeah
Man, it's somethin' 'bout this mic, I like how my voice be soundin'
I said mic, not molly
You dig, hold up, I'm recordin' (hey), don't hang up
And I'm sober as fuck

Gucci, Louis, Fendi, bitch, I'm all about a bag (bag)
I just spent sixteen hundred dollars on a bag, ayy (Gucci)
Got a 40 Glock with a beam, extended mag, ayy (extended mag)
It don't got a beam but it still get on your ass, ayy (your ass)
Fuckin' with Young Nigga World, them boys gon' bust your ass, uh (kumbaya)
PNC got me fucked up, they talkin' 'bout add, ayy
I told her, "I want twenty thousand cash" (cash)
PNC said, "Hell nah, kiss my ass," (aw)

Uh, yeah yeah, uh uh, yeah yeah
Oh oh, yeah yeah, all I want is cash, cash (cash cash)
Oh oh, yeah yeah, all to pop a bag (bag bag)
I spent sixteen hundred on a pack (on my bag)

Now I gotta hit the bank every single day (I'm tired)
YNW, I'm talkin' 'bout Young Nigga Way (oh oh)
Have you ever seen a hundred round on SK? (Never)
Have you ever seen two freaky bitches goin' gay? ('cause I did)
Have you ever seen a nigga whip up the yay? (No)
I'ma tell you now, you never seen it, you cap (capper)
I'ma tell 'em now, you never post in the trap (the trap)
I'ma keep it real 'til the day I collapse
'Til my heart drop to my stomach, I'ma keep spazzin'
I'm a young rich nigga, Maserati and an Aston
I want, I want 'em
Uh, fuck, damn, I don't really like this Maserati truck
I want a Lambo with eighteen passenger seats
Your main bitch say she wanna suck a young nigga meat
It's Melly, baby, and your bitch tryna swallow my skeet
Ooh, ooh, nigga sweet like Reese's Pieces

Gucci, Louis, Fendi, bitch, I'm all about a bag (bag)
I just spent sixteen hundred dollars on a bag, ayy (Gucci)
Got a 40 Glock with a beam, extended mag, ayy (mag)
It don't got a beam but it still get on your ass, ayy (kumbaya)
Fuckin' with Young Nigga World, them boys gon' bust your ass, uh
PNC got me fucked up, they talkin' 'bout add, ayy
I told her, "I want twenty thousand cash" (nah)
PNC said, "Hell nah, kiss my ass," (blaow)

Uh, yeah yeah, uh uh, yeah yeah
Oh oh, yeah yeah, all I want is cash cash (cash)
Oh oh, yeah yeah, all to pop a bag
I spent sixteen hundred on a pack (on my bag)

I say wash that dirty money with me (bag bag bag bag)
I say won't you bome and wash that dirty money with me (wash it, wash it)
Oh yeah yeah, count them dirty hundreds with me
Oh yeah yeah, count them dirty hundreds with me
Oh yeah yeah, walk through the bank like bitch kiss my ass
Walk through the bank and I popped a price tag
Swipe the credit card in the middle of the store
I'm important to Gucci, been to too many Tom Ford
Racks on me
What am I gon' do with all these racks on me? (Yeah yeah)
What am I gon' do with all these racks on me? (Oh yeah yeah)
What am I gon' do with all these racks on me? Ayy
Go and get the money, fuck it up and get them bommas, baby
Go and get the money, fuck it up and get them bommas, baby, oh
Go and get them bommas, ayy
Go and get them bommas, you could fuck the banker's mama, yeah

Gucci, Louis, Fendi, bitch, I'm all about a bag (bag)
I just spent sixteen hundred dollars on a bag, ayy (Gucci)
Got a 40 Glock with a beam, extended mag, ayy (uh)
It don't got a beam but it still get on your ass, ayy
Fuckin' with Young Nigga World, them boys gon' bust your ass, uh
PNC got me fucked up, they talkin' 'bout add, ayy
I told her, "I want twenty thousand cash" (no)
PNC said, "Hell nah, kiss my ass"

Uh, yeah yeah, uh uh, yeah yeah
Oh oh, yeah yeah, all I want is cash cash (cash)
Oh oh, yeah yeah, all to pop a bag (bag)
I spent sixteen hundred on a pack (on my bag)

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Jamell Demons, Joshua Francilie Joseph