text: You already know
  Hoo 
  Hook  me up, 4
  Aint no stressing, aint no stressing, aint no stressing, aint no stressing 
  No, no, no, no, no, no, no
  Hey 
  You  already know, T.U.G
  Aint no stressing, aint no stressing, aint no stressing, aint no stressing 
  Aint  no more stressin, we on, aint gotta tell you
  Aint no way Im gon stop it, I cant do nothin but flex
  Just look at the crowd I see the watts, but I been ready
  Do better under pressure, I know you gon hate, I aint sweatin it
  Its  like I got a money fetish 
  Its like I got a money fetish 
  Its like I got a money fetish 
  I swear to God its gon be worth it
  Swear to God that I aint perfect
  Put that on God, I was hurtin
  Stayed on my grind and kept servin
  I dont get tired, I kept workin
  Do this shit for my people, its all for my family
  You aint got it in you, you wont understand me
  My hood so relentless, more hungry than ever
  My nuts to the floor, dont know what else to tell ya, damn
  Look who cashed out on that foreign
  Thats Baby Jesus, they hate when that thing pull up on em
  Threw an extra 10 bands in the motor
  I drive that bitch like I dont even want it, ooh
  All of my new bitches love me, all of my old bitches hate me
  All of em exclusive, aint none of em basic
  Some of em wan have my baby, I got these hoes goin crazy
  We should all get a rental and go to Miami
  Go chill on the beach like we all a big family
  We can all get along, Ill take all of yall shopping
  Check in a hotel and we all pop a molly
  You kissing on her and she kissing on me
  And she licking on her and its way more than three
  Youre back to the city, I wont tell her a thing
  Im Baby Jesus, the fuck do you mean?
  Aint no more stressin, we on, aint gotta tell you
  Aint no way Im gon stop it, I cant do nothin but flex
  Just look at the crowd I see the watts, but I been ready
  Do better under pressure, I know you gon hate, I aint sweatin it
  Its like I got a money fetish 
  Its like I got a money fetish 
  Its like I got a money fetish 
  Thats why Im sliding on them leather seats
  One thing for certain
  Ill make you play like Im Willy Beam
  Ridin til it hurts
  Hit that money, call it Quan out loud
  Its time to work
  And it wasnt even thought of leavin
  It aint been perfect, nah
  We stayed in that trap til we ran him up
  They labelled us animals
  They think that Id make this far from nothing
  Still kept on flexing, fell down I got up
  Hakuna matata, your friend is a stallion
  Defend to the death of it, money a product
  Love 
  Hop out that TEC, 
  Aint no more stressin, we on, aint gotta tell you
  Aint no way Im gon stop it, I cant do nothin but flex
  Just look at the crowd I see the watts, but I been ready
  Do better under pressure, I know you gon hate, I aint sweatin it
  Its like I got a money fetish 
  Its like I got a money fetish 
  Its like I got a money fetish