[Intro]
Yeah, money I got, still tryna get more
Grind don't stop, still thinking like a n***a broke, yeah
Cookin Soul

[Verse]
Uh
Money I got, still tryna get more
Grind don't stop, still thinking like a n***a broke
Smoked one with Juvenile, sticking to the G code
Cutting through the rain clouds, Gulf stream sipping Moe'
With a little OJ Lemonade Mimosa
You don't say can't tell if this work or vacate
But I stay focused on the dope 'cause it's the only way
Doors open vertically if you got enough cake
Women throw their morals away, she gon' be a ho today
Do what ever I say cause she seen me hoppin' out that Wraith
Game cold but it's fair
I got a mink coat for this affair
Legendary shit, they felt it in the air
Them bitches knew I was there, these moments so rare
Take a picture, baby girl, don't stare
Cherish this moment that we both being real playing in motion
It's always going for it never on no ho shit
Three Rolex's, they can't find no time for it
My time is money, son, who paying for this?
[Outro: Truck Turner Sample]
We didn't come to this dead son of a bitch's house to be comedians. What the hell is on your mind?
You lookin' good, Blue
The Lord himself couldn't look better
I'm rich. I have money. I'm cute. I'm handsome
Now what the hell is on your mind?
Let's sit down and talk about it
I'm already here, bitch