[Intro: DJ Infamous, Juicy J & Hitmaka]
(K.E. on the Track)
DJ Infamous
Trippy, trippy, trippy, trippy (Hitmaka)
Y'all know what it is
We gettin money, homie
And we throwin it up
It's time to po' up
And we gettin tore up (Talk to me!)
[Hook: Juicy J & Hitmaka]
(What you talkin' 'bout, money?) Money, bitch, I blow it
(Talkin' 'bout weed?) Shawty, come roll it
(Talkin' 'bout hoes?) Yeah, they goin'
What about me? Bitch, I'm rollin'
(I got my) Double cup with my top down
D-Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
D-Double cup with my top down
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Double cup with my logo, thirty-six of that coco
Yeah, the product's good, you know the number's right
And if you've got to check, then it's a no-go
All this snow, I've been a snowman
Always blowin' strong, talkin' Conan
Fuck who lied to ya, can you believe this shit?
Fuck both of y'all, I fear no man
My top quit and that trippy, seats tan, Rice Crispy
Got a wooden handle and a shoulder strap
Fits in your trunk, it hold fifty
Too many chains, that look crook
Pyrex and water, won best cook
See my lil' homie with me hold me down
He gon' take the shot just like Westbrook
"Who he think he is?" I said VP
Vice President Young, you've got to see me
Nigga fuck around, won't get an album date
I'll have 'em drop your ass on GP
Now I'm fucked up and that's fucked up
Your bitch on me now, tough luck
I don't do the lean, don't fuck with molly
And that's grown shit in that white cup
We talkin' bout
[Hook: Juicy J & Hitmaka]
(What you talkin' 'bout, money?) Money, bitch, I blow it
(Talkin' 'bout weed?) Shawty, come roll it
(Talkin' 'bout hoes?) Yeah, they goin'
What about me? Bitch, I'm rollin'
(I got my) Double cup with my top down
D-Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
D-Double cup with my top down (I got my)
[Verse 2: Ludacris]
Double cup with my top down, .40 cal', couple Glock rounds
Handcuffed your chick, that bitch on twenty-four hour lockdown
And rappers got these stale flows, front hard like steel toes
The man behind that voice is gay as fuck, y'all niggas Elmos
Been twelve years, I still shine, money long, I still grind
Used to be a thousandaire, but I had to eat, it's meal time
Then after that, it's bill time, we fuck hoes to kill time
Your plane got them delays, we on my jet, nigga, in real time
And all up on that WiFi, sippin' on them Mai Tais
Infamous just passed the weed and gave the pilot a high-five
Meanwhile, y'all broke down, can't even hold your post down
Everywhere we go is poppin'
Everywhere you go's a fuckin' ghost town
[Hook: Juicy J & Hitmaka]
(What you talkin' 'bout, money?) Money, bitch, I blow it
(Talkin' 'bout weed?) Shawty, come roll it
(Talkin' 'bout hoes?) Yeah, they goin'
What about me? Bitch, I'm rollin'
(I got my) Double cup with my top down
D-Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
D-Double cup with my top down (I got my)
[Verse 3: Juicy J & Hitmaka]
Gettin' money, that's every day, candy paint on my Chevrolet
R-Rollin' up that A+, 'bout to pour up to meditate
Nigga so high, might levitate, one life to live, let's celebrate
Came a long way from sellin' yay'
Now it's a 100K that should touch the stage
"Bandz A Make Her Dance" number one on the Billboard
I can't complain, I've got a lifestyle that most y'all niggas'd kill for
I'm on the grind chasin' real dough, still kick shit like a steel toe
Codeine got me movin' slow
I've got too much money for a bill fold
Pimp-type nigga, I'm a Memphis nigga
In a ho mouth like dentures, nigga
All I talk is big money, anything else is senseless, nigga
Smoke some more, I'ma sip some more
I'ma fuck your bitch 'til she pigeon-toed
In the Rolls Royce gettin' chauffeured
With the blinds closed, gettin' blowed (What you talkin' 'bout, money?)
[Verse 4: Game & DJ Infamous]
Ayo, Inf' (Talk to me) I just came through in that Rolls Royce
Levis, Margielas, ask about me, I'm the hoes' choice
Tight eyes, gold cup, watch me lean in that soy sauce
Niggas sprayed up my Phantom, I'd walked away like that boy Ross
Murciélago with the doors off, hit the club straight throwed off
Popped a molly then rode off
She had her clothes off 'fore we drove off
Woo! My nigga, her head game, I'ma tell you 'bout it
But "woo!" My nigga, had ten racks, she sucked me out of it
I need more mollies, I need more drinks
She wonder why her friend can't get up on the couch with us
That ho stink
Bugatti, rose paint, I ball hard cause D. Rose can't
Got a hundred bottles comin' to my table, fuck you hoes think?
[Hook: Juicy J & Hitmaka]
(What you talkin' 'bout, money?) Money, bitch, I blow it
(Talkin' 'bout weed?) Shawty, come roll it
(Talkin' 'bout hoes?) Yeah, they goin'
What about me? Bitch, I'm rollin'
(I got my) Double cup with my top down
D-Double cup with my top down
Double cup with my top down
D-Double cup with my top down (I got my)
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