[Chorus:]
Pull up in something looking like a ghost
I wipe that lil pussy just like her nose
I keep her flexing let her drive the Rolls
I quick fuck her cause I gotta go
She know I want that money want that dough
I be high baby keep it on the low
All your Louie V luggage girl I would tote
Since you stayed down had to make this one for you

[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]
I be shittin on niggas I need a pamper
Shout out all my DJs rest in peace to Nando
Shout out Florida shout out to Miami shout out to Orlando
And ain't one thing that a rich homie can't do
Fucking all you nigga hoes that's why you niggas mad
Like that HOV lane in Florida boy you need a pass
Drop back in that pocket and I throw my boy the pass
I don't need no running back he might fumble and make me mad
Stuff 500 thousand ones in a fucking trash bag
He threw a thousand in the club now that's something to laugh at
10 thousand for a juug I don't want it y'all niggas can have that
I loved reading growing up and I love me some math class
She caught a über to my house but had to catch a cab back
So many rooms in my house I need me a lil nanny
She wanna do me I got wood for her like a ball bat
All this money that I got if I ain't rich what do you call that
I want that money that jewelry I want all that
If you ain't talking about money I'm gon ignore that
Ignore you you ain't talking about what you supposed to nigga
Pull up in a old school you snubbed me in high school so therefore I owe you
Mach 5 pull up the protools so I can go in on these niggas
Hold up wait so I can go in on these niggas
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