[Intro]
This beat is so, so Metro

[Chorus: Future]
I be on all of that fuck shit
I be on all of that fuck shit
All of my n***as dysfunction
All of my n***as dysfunction
We so in love with this money man
We so in love with this money
We just be blowin' on chronic
We drinkin' on lean and on molly

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
We turnt up in the club, gas, lean, and molly
Middle fingers up fuck a hater watching
All of my n***as dysfunction, they'll catch a body
Can't get no money with you then fuck it, stay the hell from 'round me
Just copped the 'rari and a 100 bricks from my partner
Young Scooter really be jugging paper chasing dollars
I be on all that juug shit, I be on all that hood shit
I make count music Ion' rap no bullshit
Drug talk you don't understand
I know Chinese, Jamaicans and Mexicans
Finesse for them free bands
Off white I got white and tan
All black on black 'lands
Each pocket got 50 bands
In the neighborhood I'm the dope man
Have couple mill' from Rich Gang
[Chorus: Future]
I be on all of that fuck shit
I be on all of that fuck shit
All of my n***as dysfunction
All of my n***as dysfunction
We so in love with this money man
We so in love with this money
We just be blowin' on chronic
We drinkin' on lean and on molly

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
All of my weed look like fungus
All of my weed smell like fungus
Take a look checking and run it
Straight to the house and then thumb it
I will come up, come up on it
Jumping into the booth full of money
Bitch hit you cause I love complice
Follow my goals and I promised
I need a bitch for right now but I need a million forever
Bank account looking like treasure
Stuffing this Rollie with bezels
I got bitches like Hugh Hefner
Stuffing her bank account with all the extras
Please do not threaten me
She got that bitch on her like she a lesbian
[Chorus: Future]
I be on all of that fuck shit
I be on all of that fuck shit
All of my n***as dysfunction
All of my n***as dysfunction
We so in love with this money man
We so in love with this money
We just be blowin' on chronic
We drinkin' on lean and on molly

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
All black Murci-elago sitting on Forgi-ato
Pull up to the club 30 deep
Turn the parking lot into a car show
Swimming in all this paper
Bring a 100 bottles to my table
We eating over here but my cheese ain't swiss
And my sizzurp ain't maple
I ball, it's a blowout bitch
Hey Motherfucker get off my dick
Leave some room for your woman
She needs that pipe, and I’m plumbin that bitch
Juicy J all for the money
Lit like an oil lamp, stay higher than a comet
I don't care for the price bought if I wanted
Fly to Dubai with no luggage
N***as doing all that talking
Hole in his head let him sleep with the dolphins
All my n***as been bosses
Touch more paper than a motherfucker sitting in a office
Throw some money at her, bet she twerking for me
30 bands now lil mama working for me
I got a car so fast than don't come with a key
And my weed is so loud it's Disturbing the Peace
[Chorus: Future]
I be on all of that fuck shit
I be on all of that fuck shit
All of my n***as dysfunction
All of my n***as dysfunction
We so in love with this money man
We so in love with this money
We just be blowin' on chronic
We drinkin' on lean and on molly