[Intro: J] Yes Sir! We money man Yes Sir! Get up Bitch [X15] (Shut the up!) Get up, Get up
Foreign cars, that's day A off a tour, that's every day A hundred broads, that's day Getting money- Living large, in every way
(smoking dope) every day (run your door) that's every day (pulling hoes) that's day (Get more) that's every day [X2]
1: Wiz khalifa] Rapping ass There go Wiz, he a rapping ass I'm in a getting brain from a centerpiece Before you can mention my name you need ten at I know hate cause of the paper that a nigga see Light a J and say a prayer for my enemies.... Made men of made ass niggas When you paid then you some paid ass niggas I that money grow on trees so I grew one Left my old bitch at got a new one Said that I quit but I'm back at it I that I quit drinking but I'm back at it Your leaving with us nigga that's tragic The go in the trunk....that's magic She rolling weed and she don't even Come to your job and make it flood bet you need a boat
[Verse 2: J] I'm 20 in and I still win with the taylors drinking gin and im dancing Sunday I will ride the monday I ride benz Any chick and all of her you know I'm tossing spent (you know it), little money folded (you know it) You got one crib (you it), Juicy got 4 (you know it) Only clubs that I like gotta have poles ( you it) Only fuck with model chick, but I play hoes (you know it) My mansion on forty acres --- who the neighbors? (whoooooo) bryant from the lakers...now thats paper (lets get it) And I mob through the hood I dont need no waviers (yes sir) Cause if you niggas wrong, I'mma see you later (Blowww)