You Crazy Tom MacDonald

[Intro]
Hundred racks on your mind
Got the homies moving weight

[Chorus]
Hundred racks on your mind, got the homies pushing weight
You been working nine to five, they been working five to eight
Y’all been steady on the grind, got the link into the states
And you think that it gon’ help you be a rapper
Dawg you fuckin' crazy

[Post-Chorus]
Dawg you fuckin' crazy
Girl you fuckin' crazy
Dawg you fuckin' crazy
Girl you fuckin' crazy

[Verse 1]
Who got that money, we want it
I’m riding with all of my colleagues and comrades
I’m turnt up, I’m sober, just kidding
I’m faded and all these good girls have been bad bitches lately
If y’all don’t know my name y’all might be fucking retarded
To see y’all sippin’ shit that you can get over the counter
Heard y’all keep your shit on the low in an empty apartment
'Bout to rob that shit and then take a few people shoppin’
We used to go hard in prairies with it, got like 80 large in the Honda Civics
Take it to the spot and run it through a business
The money come out cleaner than some fucking dishes
Don’t talk big bank in a small town
Don’t talk ‘bout food when the sharks ‘round
Only talk to a bitch if she doesn’t listen
Who got that money, and it always listen
Who got that money, we want it, I’m riding
We’re riding, we’re riding with all of my homies
Who got that money, we faded, faded, faded
We’ll roll on like all of your homies