[Intro: Ab-Soul & Lana Del Rey]
(Money is the anthem)
People treat you real nice when you got fifty dollar drawers on
(Get money, fuck bitches)
I'm tryin', man (Get it)
(Fuck bitches, get money, get money)
Uh (Doeburger)
[Verse 1: Ab-Soul & Lana Del Rey]
Who gettin' that dough? (Dough)
Who gettin' that cake? (Cake)
Who gettin' that bread?
Put a ticket on your head if you can't relate ('Late)
Who gettin' that fetti? (Fetti)
Who gettin' that cheese? (Cheese)
You know I gotta eat (Eat)
You know I gotta eat! (Eat)
Who gettin' that paper? (Paper)
Who gettin' that guap? (Guap)
Who smokin' that top shelf?
Who gettin' top off top? (Top)
Ain't nothing more important than the mula (Mula)
Who gettin' them commas
Makin' mamas do Kama Sutra (Kama Sutra)
(Money is the—) Ugh, best act like you know
I'm getting them checks, I'm spendin' them checks
THC through TSA, hope my bag don't get checked
Who getting them Benjamins? Spendin' them with executive
Businessman, understand
I'm on fuckin' tour, you on the 10-6 (Ugh!)
I'm reeling in, c—c—c—currency
Won't pass the weed but I'll pass a bitch (Soulo)
My stock rising, you cock-riding
I'm splittin' clits with a money clip (Soulo)
Who gettin' that money? (Money)
Real mothafuckin' money (Money)
That's all I do dawg, got cashed out
Got fucked up, then I passed out
[Chorus: Mac Miller, Ab-Soul & Schoolboy Q]
Woke up early, ki—kissed a bad bitch
Rolled me up a blunt, then I took a piss (Yeah, ugh!)
Hundred million trillion motherfucking racks, nigga!
Can't remember what I did last night (Yeaahhh)
I'm just tryna spend a hunnid stax everyday of my life
Money is the anthem (Yeah, yeah)
Black girls in the bedroom, white girls in the bathroom
Y'all niggas all hypocrites, y'all know what this shit is all about
Fuck what I did last night (Yeah, yeah, ooh! ooh!)
I'm just tryna spend a hunnid stax everyday of my life
Fuck wit ya boy!
[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q & Lana Del Rey]
Who gettin' that dough? (Dough)
Who gettin' that bread? (Bread! Yeah!)
Get money I pledge
What you mean you broke? Bitch, open them legs (Legs)
Now, let a nigga beat (Beat)
I think I'm gon' skeet (Skeet, skeet)
You know I love cheeks (Cheeks)
You know I love cheeeeeks!
I'm high as a 'scraper ('Scraper)
I'm smokin' that guap (Guap, guap)
Who leave guns on the top shelf? Ugh!
Who keep Glocks on Glocks? (Yeah, yeah)
Ain't nothing more important than Hoover (Than the Hoover)
Who hoppin' out cars?
Unloadin' that pop-pop, YAWK-YAWK, move ya!
(Money is the—) Ugh! Yeah! Fig-Fig-Figueroa
Got a .45 right here up in my coat
You can have my ho, but don't hit my dope, yes (Yes)
I'm burning up like a Parliament (Ugh)
Off two sixteens, I’m still spending rent
You a bad bitch, come fuck me
Yeah, you heard it right, I said fuck me (Yeah)
Put that on Crip, even ignorance is bliss
I love foreign tits and the clitoris (Ugh)
Beat the pussy down like my nemesis
Make the pussy drip like a slitted wrist, but (Yeah)
Who gettin' that money? (Money)
Real mothafuckin' money (Money)
That's all I do dawg, got cashed out
Bought a new bitch and a new house like
Fuck wit ya boy!
[Chorus: Mac Miller, Ab-Soul & Schoolboy Q]
Woke up early (Yeah), kissed this bad bitch (Yeah)
Rolled me up a blunt, then I took a piss (Figg side!)
Hundred million trillion motherfucking racks, nigga!
Can't remember what I did last night
I'm just tryna spend a hunnid stax everyday of my life
Hundred million trillion motherfucking racks, nigga!
Money is the anthem
Black girls in the bedroom, white girls in the bathroom
Y'all niggas all hypocrites, y'all know what this shit is all about
Fuck what I did last night
I'm just tryna spend a hunnid stax everyday of my life
Hundred million trillion motherfucking racks, nigga!
[Outro 1: Lana Del Rey]
So before we go out, what's your address?
[Outro 2: Diddy]
What? It ain't no more to it!
Soulo eatin' now!
Tell 'em Puff said so
[Produced by Kenny Beats]
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