[Chorus: GoldLink]
See this money all around me, I look like I'm the man
'Cause I was down and out like last week, tell me where have you been?
Came out of hiding, girl, don't act like I'm your man, I'm just a fan
Oh, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no
[Verse 1: Los]
No, no never, ever, ever be a nigga for a trick, got that?
1-4, it's my habitat, where young niggas get to clappin' at
Money man, I gotta have that, real nigga, that's a natural fact
Born to ride, real nigga, I'm born to fire, I'm outside
1-4 where I'm on the grind, money, dog, dollar at a time
Hundreds on hundreds, hundreds on hundreds
Money, dog, that's how I live
Real nigga, I'm in the field, drill, man, I run it
Shorty, man, she want me, but I don't pay for no punkney
So I'm down for mine, real nigga, born to grind, what it do?
Sun'll shine, you ain't know? Get me, keep it cold
1-4, which one of you chicks in here got the deepest throat?
Hold on, grip the wheel, sip and spill, I live for real
You ain't know? Okay, if looks could kill, I'd be dead
In them heels, okay, them red bottoms, now gon' give head until I'm dead
Thank y'all, Chachi, give me body
From a bucket to Maserati
I'm the killer of the party, ayy
See this money all around me, I look like I'm the man
'Cause I was down and out like last week, tell me where have you been?
Came out of hiding, girl, don't act like I'm your man, I'm just a fan
Oh, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no, no, no
[Verse 1: Los]
No, no never, ever, ever be a nigga for a trick, got that?
1-4, it's my habitat, where young niggas get to clappin' at
Money man, I gotta have that, real nigga, that's a natural fact
Born to ride, real nigga, I'm born to fire, I'm outside
1-4 where I'm on the grind, money, dog, dollar at a time
Hundreds on hundreds, hundreds on hundreds
Money, dog, that's how I live
Real nigga, I'm in the field, drill, man, I run it
Shorty, man, she want me, but I don't pay for no punkney
So I'm down for mine, real nigga, born to grind, what it do?
Sun'll shine, you ain't know? Get me, keep it cold
1-4, which one of you chicks in here got the deepest throat?
Hold on, grip the wheel, sip and spill, I live for real
You ain't know? Okay, if looks could kill, I'd be dead
In them heels, okay, them red bottoms, now gon' give head until I'm dead
Thank y'all, Chachi, give me body
From a bucket to Maserati
I'm the killer of the party, ayy
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