[Intro]
Mhm, alright
Chamillitary, man
Mhm, alright (Uh)
The money's calling me
Everybody knows how I feel about my bank (Uh)
Some say I'm heartless, but y'all know I ain't (Uh)
Won't have no problems as long as you're keeping it G (Just keep it G)
The money's calling me
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I could've went Hollywood, but I stayed trill and remained true
Still riding them big blades that I slide on when I skate through
Ever told me you hate haters, well, guess what? That makes two
'Cause nowadays, "He got paid" is code word for "I hate you"
But your girl want me to serve pipe, I got partners on they third strike
And they goin' for they fourth, it's like they know they wanna serve life
Got partners that sell Herbalife and got partners that sell herb for life
No longer beefin' with Mike Jones, but I still murder mics
[Chorus]
In the city where you're from, you made it out the slum
Now they acting like you owe 'em and you gotta give 'em some
Park your Caddy in the sun, they didn't know you did it
But there'll always be some people getting mad about your digits
Got these boys that never did it disrespecting what you've done
Got some ladies catchin' feelings, tryna be your number one
Got the world on your back, I know the pressure weigh a ton
But we keep on grindin' on 'em, tell the money, "Here I come"
Mhm, alright
Chamillitary, man
Mhm, alright (Uh)
The money's calling me
Everybody knows how I feel about my bank (Uh)
Some say I'm heartless, but y'all know I ain't (Uh)
Won't have no problems as long as you're keeping it G (Just keep it G)
The money's calling me
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I could've went Hollywood, but I stayed trill and remained true
Still riding them big blades that I slide on when I skate through
Ever told me you hate haters, well, guess what? That makes two
'Cause nowadays, "He got paid" is code word for "I hate you"
But your girl want me to serve pipe, I got partners on they third strike
And they goin' for they fourth, it's like they know they wanna serve life
Got partners that sell Herbalife and got partners that sell herb for life
No longer beefin' with Mike Jones, but I still murder mics
[Chorus]
In the city where you're from, you made it out the slum
Now they acting like you owe 'em and you gotta give 'em some
Park your Caddy in the sun, they didn't know you did it
But there'll always be some people getting mad about your digits
Got these boys that never did it disrespecting what you've done
Got some ladies catchin' feelings, tryna be your number one
Got the world on your back, I know the pressure weigh a ton
But we keep on grindin' on 'em, tell the money, "Here I come"
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