Shout out to Cousin E, shout out to Seth Free, can't forget the nigga Cole, shout out to

Real DJs, know the fake DJs, fuck y 'all.

Fresh off the lot, no tags on it, guts off it's a bitch, no rags on it, we ain't paid

making shit, dropping cash on it, broke ass, trying to keep up, dropping your last on it.

Yeah it's YG, two twin Bugattis, making shotties out in Maui with our new friends from Cali,

Freak with Fly and Miley, we super high ho, and I like my head first class, scuba dive

ho, I'm the flyest one that did it, with the flyest on my fitted, tell ya Maya how I live

it, how I spit it, can I kick it if it's fire, I'mma twist it, ready the ball before they

tip it, and the ones that give me the draws, give me the jaws before I stick it, I'm on

bars, bitch admit it, I floss, trick is vivid, if I see it and I like it for the cost, bitch

I get it, come yell at the bitches, the bitches love us back, what the fuck can you expect

We got money, money running like runaway trains yo, they freak all the money back

it looking like a rainbow, they be in the same club, trying to fuck the same hoe, they lame

yo, searching for their fame yo, we got all the bodies, all the bad, all the bad clips

and all the bad mac, no all the bad haters, love your chat, no all the bad pussy you don't slot

Money, money running like runaway trains yo, money, money running like runaway trains yo

m****r f****r limit, we spinning like they printed, back and forth, first class, you niggas

ride the engines, bout to skate, drivers wait, and back to back benzes, slight tint, no rims

let your girlfriends get in, say we staying at Fiesta, I mean the Americana, on the balcony

sipping mimosas, blowing marijuana, we ain't got to go far, skis in my backyard, blue 30 gallon

large, I don't need no black cards, got my pesos from cooking white, yeah yo, 20 bottles every night

the gang acting a hoe, knew I had her before, yeah I met her on Rodeo, chickens tough, feed

them shots till they stuck, we don't do no handcuffs, Mrs. Norm trying to hump, shout off room keys

I can't play the lobby, fuck a record deal, got a buzz selling silent, Louis Vuitton trunk, so Louis Vuitton shot

We got money, money running like runaway trains yo, the three -color money vacuum looking like a

rainbow, they be in the same club, trying to fuck the same hoe, they lame yo, searching for their fame yo

we got all the bodies, all the bad, all the bad clips and all the bad mac, no all the bad haters, love your chat

don't flood money, money running like runaway trains yo, money, money running like runaway

trains yo, back where I want to be, tell your hoe get from under me, black tint, yellow Camaro, they call me

Bumblebee, S .S. yelling I wish you would get in front of me, took some time off to grind hard, I know they

wanted me, style versatile, back to business, use your wow, it's like riding a bike, you're pre -hype, you never

seen a town, whenever I deliver, it's butter, I never do you foul, welcome me back, fresh off the track

much thick as you want baby, no checks though, shorty thick as a moth, no depo, can't follow the style

boy, so retro, half a chunk of your verse, none less though, let's go, round them up, we deliver how you

want, bring the prettiest bitches over, no one's over, high and drunk, yeah we show you how to stunt

drinks on ice, any stones in my link, it's your loan from the bank, we got money, money running like

runaway trains, yo, the three -color money vaquette, looking like a rainbow, they be in the same club, trying to

f*ck the same hoe, they lame, yo, searching for their fame, yo, we got

money, money running like runaway trains, yo, money, money running like runaway trains, yo

yo