Intro

[Intro] Sosa 808 made it Yeah Yeah, yeah, okay, okay [Verse 1] It ain't 'bout money, it ain't no discussion Got the pocket rocket, no time for tussling All this money got these bitches in love with me Wanna fuck me, baby, but ain't no cuddling Pillow talking choppa chop ya' like bucket shit Let it burn, let it burn, yeah, that Usher shit Ballin' hard, nigga ,it ain't no sucker shit Money talk, your's funny, Chris Tucker shit Niggas hate me, but these bitches be loving it Talking 'bout you ballin', boy, you be fumbling Pull up thirty deep, yeah, royal rumbling Sexy tag on the back, had to nut on it Lumberjack from the back when I'm cuttin' it Got these big ass choppas we like some Russians Cookie Backwood, I'm pouring up 'Tussin Got my MC Hammer, you can not touch me (Uh, uh) [Interlude 1] Huh, you cannot touch me Ain't no talking, ain't no discussion Brrt, bap, bap [Verse 2] They do what I say, yeah, they call me Glock 'Bama Like second plate, boy, you better not run up I'm getting cake and ain't talkin' 'bout funnel I get more head than some goddamn bundles Finesse him quick, he a duck, call him Donald Don't trust a soul, got that from my mama Don't trust a soul, put that on my mama Hell, nah (Uh, uh) Fuck these niggas hatin', I'ma get this paper I ain't savin' bitches, I be savin' paper I cock, then shoot like McGrady All my niggas G's, I ain't talkin Mason I just left from Portland ballin' like a Blazer My niggas pocket watching, know they'll take it Bullets comin' hot just like the queso Pull up foreigns and you know we had to race 'em [Interlude 2] Straight out it Straight droppin', no flip Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 3] I'm a big dog, baby, you call me Clifford Got a FN squeezing like lemons Watch the niggas 'cause they turning like Timmy I'm on this paper route, you know the business I'm the goat, niggas don't call me Billy I'm 'bout to buy it, nigga, it ain't no lending Young rich nigga act like some gremlins Got your bitch open wide like the dentist Since a youngin', bitch, I been 'bout the loot She ain't let me fuck, she blew me like soup Tropicana call and I got the juice I can hotbox in a coupe with no roof Big Backwoods blow like a flute Glock hard when I cock and I shoot Keep the rocket, let it pop like balloons Your rent's due, nigga, it's time to move (Outdoor) Out the mud, now I pouring in public Sipping mud, blowing bud with my buddies Flipping hoes with my boys like the Dudleys Skinny nigga, but my pockets is chubby Ain't 'bout the money, it ain't no discussion Ain't talkin' money, ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' Don't give me somethin', I want all or nothin' Don't give me somethin', I want all or nothin'