Yeah
Yeah, huh
Ha (DJ Victoriouz with me in the building)
Yeah

Money and hoes (hoes)
Reminiscing 'bout the days when I was kickin' them doors (doors)
We had to work in them trenches and we had them pots on the stove (word)
I lay a nigga down and I stretch him I'm up in robbery mode (that's on my mama)

I got the strap in the mink coat (coat)
Shot it five times that's a cinco (huh)
Put that boy in the water aye let's go find Nemo
We get to the ticket like pink note (whoa)
You smoke gas, tell me what type of herb though (gas)
Fuck your bitch then I pass her to Swervo (Swerve)
'Bout that action but we not a verb though (verb)
Smokin' dope gettin' geeked with your bitch, she a nerd ho (huh)
My choppa ring like a bell though
I'm in LA smokin' dope up on Melrose (gas)
I get the paper, no mail though
Jeepers Creepers in the field like a scarecrow (scarecrow)
If you bookin' BN and 150 we need them six digits so we need 150
We tote them choppas hand guns with the mops
You niggas ain't got a 50
Water diamonds hit like the Pacific
When I was young, mama told me I'm gifted
Sipping lean got me tipsy
On the hustle, my nigga I'm feelin' like Nipsey
Two liter pour a Pepsi
Bitch, tell me what is your beverage?
I shot a boy put him under water
I turned that nigga to a shellfish, ha (doom, doom, doom)

Money and hoes (hoes)
Reminiscing 'bout the days when I was kickin' them doors (doors)
We had to work in them trenches and we had them pots on the stove (word)
I lay a nigga down and I stretch him I'm up in robbery mode (that's on my mama)

Rich but I'm still nigga
I hang with real killers
If I said they gon' deal wit you
When I was ten my pops had a Tommy, I ain't talking Hilfiger
Saw my first ten it turned to a hunnid but now I got real figures
Touch seven figures and independent
I ain't seen no shootouts I was really in it
Can't go to the hood 'cause police really want me
Ain't seen my lil' nigga and them in a minute
Saw these photos, my blood bro off business
Since '09 he been a lil' menace
If I call him on the phone, he gon' get busy
Had to high speed 'cause I had me an itchy
Shout out that's my big bro but just like how he lil' broski
I'ma pop out with that lil' glizzy
I'm in the stu house right now with the gang
My son in LA 'cause he really miss me
First off I was just rentin' the Lambo truck
But I had to cash out 'cause that bitch fit me
And I don't try to be on that gangsta shit
But I can't get around it, it's just in me

Money and hoes (hoes, uh)
Reminiscing 'bout the days when I was kickin' them doors (kickin' in)
We had to work in them trenches and we had them pots on the stove (word)
I lay a nigga down and I stretch him I'm up in robbery mode (that's on my mama)

Gang
Lil' Bloc, that my motherfuckin' brother, on foenem

Money and hoes
Money and hoes
Money and hoes
Money and hoes
(DJ Victoriouz with me in the building)

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): DeAndre Woods, Herbert Randall Wright, James Lee Baker