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