[Chorus]
(I really like to use cash)
On the road to the money, I just fucked up Saks Fifth
On the way to your bitch house, finna whip dick out
Talk about guns cuz' you know that I'm tipped out
You wanna be a stand up guy, man sit down
This a mini Draco but this bitch got big rounds
He don't wanna dance but that Uzi make him Chris Brown
Do him like disco, hands up, get down
I don't got the goop but the V's on rock
These hunnids blue cheese, these twentys on guap
She love hip-hop, said please don't pop
This case through the block, I don't need no mop
Just know I came from the bottom so I need her top
My hands on money, my feet on that block
Bust down jake this not a G-Shock
Just cut the stove on, hood know that we hot
She know I make movies but I don't play with props
Told em everything custom, no we don't do the stock
Put your partner on a piece of paper, it's up, then we draw
N***a play with mine, he gon end up lying on the chalk

[Verse]
I can't play with dimes, I'm too busy riding with a bowl
He want all the smoke till he fuck around and he choke
This shit off the boat, she grab her a towel and she float
Dead in the road, I laugh to the bank, they always joke
Be quiet while I'm smoking on this loud, I'm tryna focus
These hunnids on me right now prolly cuz I'm chosen
I got yo bitch laid up, she told me that she open
I think all these rappers doing laundry cuz they just love folding
If he do not like to get money then that boy not Tony
If that n***a known to call shots then he prolly know me
I got that snake, pouring eights, damn, rest in peace to Kobe
Blue hunnids on me, rest in peace to Nipsey
Why the fuck n***as always acting iffy?
I guess all this water on me got em acting fishy
If you tryna get you some money you should prolly listen
I been getting paid, you want to just pay attention
[Chorus]
On the road to the money, I just fucked up Saks Fifth
On the way to your bitch house, finna whip dick out
Talk about guns cuz' you know that I'm tipped out
You wanna be a stand up guy, man sit down
This a mini Draco but this bitch got big rounds
He don't wanna dance but that Uzi make him Chris Brown
Do him like disco, hands up, get down
I don't got the goop but the V's on rock
These hunnids blue cheese, these twentys on guap
She love hip-hop, said please don't pop
This case through the block, I don't need no mop
Just know I came from the bottom so I need her top
My hands on money, my feet on that block
(I really like to use cash)
Bust down jake this not a G-Shock
Just cut the stove on, hood know that we hot
She know I make movies but I don't play with props
Told em everything custom, no we don't do the stock
Put your partner on a piece of paper, it's up, then we draw
N***a play with mine, he gon end up lying on the chalk