Like A G

[Chorus: Travis Porter] I'mma tell you what a G told me Cash rules everything around me Gotta get that dough 'til there ain't no more Gotta stack that dough 'til ya bank don't fold I'mma show you what a nigga showed me Put your middle finger up and scream fuck the police Fuck smelling good gotta stank on me Fuck a credit card gotta bank on me Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Kid Ink] Uh, feeling so good, all the way out the hood, now I gotta view that can see the whole city Swear momma raised her a real go-getter, yeah It'll be okay, tell 'em that I'm so LA West up, shoe box money in the dresser Yeah, that's what a G showed me I know you can smell the OG on me And shawty tryna get another drink on me Ain't a thing in the world for free baby [Chorus: Travis Porter] I'mma tell you what a G told me Cash rules everything around me Gotta get that dough 'til there ain't no more Gotta stack that dough 'til ya bank don't fold I'mma show you what a nigga showed me Put your middle finger up and scream fuck the police Fuck smelling good gotta stank on me Fuck a credit card gotta bank on me Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah [Verse 2: Kid Ink] Just tryna have a fun time, middle finger up to the one time Fist to my niggas on the front line, shades out, we gon' shine Yeah, see us, just ball in my sneakers They ain't getting money like a pre-nun, see it going around, tea cups G thing Travie got her in her G-string And I could make her sing like T-Pain Let me give you the game now [Chorus: Travis Porter] I'mma tell you what a G told me Cash rules everything around me Gotta get that dough 'til there ain't no more Gotta stack that dough 'til ya bank don't fold I'mma show you what a nigga showed me Put your middle finger up and scream fuck the police Fuck smelling good gotta stank on me Fuck a credit card gotta bank on me Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah [Verse 3: Kid Ink] Live by the G code, on another level get a cheat code Keep it 100, C note, party everywhere that we go Oh uh alright, Bat Gang, up all night Night night night, see, everything ain't what it seem, but [Chorus: Travis Porter] I'mma tell you what a G told me Cash rules everything around me Gotta get that dough 'til there ain't no more Gotta stack that dough 'til ya bank don't fold I'mma show you what a nigga showed me Put your middle finger up and scream fuck the police Fuck smelling good gotta stank on me Fuck a credit card gotta bank on me Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah