We getting so much money I don't know what to do

Money, I take your ass to school, walk out Saks fifth, designer, dripping to the floor

I still check the peephole before I open the door

I'm the neighborhood supplier, you can't name a **** flyer

Where I lay my hat, my home, that's a MCM visor

I'm doing better than folks that I looked up to

Turned into a boss, now my idols is my rivals

We gon' get this money

And we gon' stack this money

And we gon' count this money

Now let's go blow some money

And we gon' get this money

And we gon' stack this money

And we gon' count this money

Now let's go blow some money

All about the money like a treasury

No time for small talk, no time for pleasantries

I done let that boy cook, I'm looking like a recipe

Gourmet specialties, line them with the necklace piece

I'll make them see through the lines like a referee

Better get your pitch perfect like Esther Dean

Unless I'm making money, I ain't standing by the fiends

Money and the power and the cream

Cash rules everything around me