(1st verse, FEWx10)
Young n***a gettin money they gone stare me down
rollin up that loud/
yo bish complainin I cant hear a sound
make her wipe me down/
Smokin out the pound we fuckin up the town
Cant join me gotta beat me in that GT actin geechie/
Dont try to run up Yg/
get a biscuit and a two piece/
these niggas get unruly/
act a fooly wit them toolys/
why poppin like they hold heat?
You aint D Waaaade/
You Lebron's hairline, U dont want the fade/
Im gettin paid like a mother gettin money from these cluckers puttin taxes on these bitches gettin money from these suckers/
Tabernacle, gold shackles, Diamond chains/
Its in my soul to rock that gold like a pharoah mane/
I dont write, im reciting from these views from which I came/
I project the pictures form my brain its so insane/
Open windows cant see my pain/
too high you cant see my plane
pen and pixel my instumentals no pencils mane

(Hook, FEWx10)
Young nigga gettin money they gone stare you down/
And yo bish swag u up she gone stare you down/
You dress like you dont give a fuck if they stare u down/
You know them jack boys watchin they gone stare u down/
But they know you get it poppin if they stare u down/
And them sixes keep on choppin so they stare u down/
U know the police gone be hating when they stare u down/
Young nigga gettin money they gone stare u down/

(2nd verse, FEWx10)
They say its crazy when you live the life of the chosen/
They pull up in a black roaddster wit the curtains open/
Headcrack a hater shake em up and watch me roll em/
Play the hand you dealt you aint never gotta fold em/
Listen to yo gut and you gone know when to fold em/
Listenin to ya dick you get ya head bust open/
So when I show up in that rarri they gone know we holdin
Frontin on these niggas like Pharell with the track rollin
Flu games on my feet feelin like Jordan
Pre-game 6 rings runnin up them numbers/
The way I ball make em sick down to they stomach
Matter fact, tell ya favorite rapper "eat a dicc"/
Im the shit boy they pool is my toilet
Im killin Lex, Im killin Will, yeah all them (ask em)
Rubbin on yo bish, bet she grant every wish/
Got these hoes on my pole catchin fresh fish/
I lost my mind in gucci brought it back in saks 5th/
Give my potna 30 stacks he bring it back with one whip
Need a sniff, u can get high as this/
You niggas catchin drains IM catchin drunk hoes out the Ritz(club)/
Im gettin bored with the drop pass the money counter/
No more room in the wall, leave it on the counter/
Money bring the power new pussy in the shower/
Im making money by the minute, you should see the hours/

(Hook)
Young nigga gettin money they gone stare you down/
And yo bish swag u up she gone stare you down/
You dress like you dont give a fuck if they stare u down/
You know them jack boys watchin they gone stare u down/
But they know you get it poppin if they stare u down/
And them sixes keep on choppin so they stare u down/
U know the police gone be hating when they stare u down/
Young nigga gettin money they gone stare u down/