text: Say, Rih-Rih, let’s take this shit to the street one-time, you know? 
  Throwin’ hundreds like loose change, still got my money 
  Got your broad in that Mulsanne, that Bentley homie 
  Seats whiter than cocaine, that .40 on me 
  Got me and Chi-Chi, bring broads, mane - she like my homie 
  I’m King Tut with my gold chain , my partner with me, he the dope mane 
  Straight gas nigga, that BP on that E-40, that OG 
  These bitch niggas be actin up, these hoes niggas be actin foul 
  They’ll grind with you, they’ll shine with you, be pointin’ fingers off at your trial 
  My Rolls Royce with my driver in it, gettin’ fucked up ‘cause I ain’t got to drive 
  That Kendrick on them bottles came, poured a Swimming Pool, now we bout to dive 
  Got one room, got three bitches nigga damn right that’s where they’re supposed to be 
  Two Glock .40s at all time gon shoot back a nigga shooting me, you know it
  Haha, yeah...
  Oh-ohhhhhh-ohhh-oh-oh-oh
  All I see is signs, all I see is dolla signs
  Oh-ohhh-ohhh-ohhh-oh-oh-oh
  Money on my mind, money-money on my mind
  Throw it-throw it up, watch it fall out from the sky
  Throw it up-throw it up, watch it all fall out
  Pour it up-pour it up, thats how we ball out
  Throw it up-throw it up, watch it all fall out
  Pour it up pour it up, thats how we ball out
  Thats how we ball out
  Thats how we ball out
  Thats how we ball out
  Its the biggest nigga in the game
  Sexy bitches world wide, whassap?
  Fuck with me huh? Yeah 
  My foreign cars, domestic beefs 
  Peter Luger’s, the better seats
  Dollar after dollar bottle after bottle 
  Late for you haters even though my plane charter
  Suede Bally shoes, true rude boy
  Ferrari 400 horses, we do it for cool points 
  Baby, do the math, I’m coppin’ Chanel bags
  Talkin’ Belle Harbour, cigars by Hermes 
  Know we ran the streets, eatin’ cold bully beef 
  Now we at the Grammys, Tom Ford to my feet 
  Boss on the avi, Rihanna screensaver
  Whenever you see fat boy, I know it mean paper
  M-M-Maybach Music
  We trippy mane.. uh
  Juicy J pourin’ up codeine, Benz all white, no chlorine
  Bad chick with me got ass and titties, freaky bitch gon’ fuck the whole team 
  Ziplock bag full of OG, I go in like a door key
  Your girlfriend down on both knees, she catch more balls than a goalie
  Purple all in my sprite, I’m high as Denzel on Flight
  Scared money don’t make no money, you niggas shaky like dice
  I’m in the bed with your wife - we poppin’ pills, we goin’ hard
  When she with you she a church girl, when she with me she a pornstar
  Smokin’ on doobies like cigarettes, which one these strippers give head the best?
  Pussy so good that I think I’m in love; what am I saying? It must be the drugs 
  Pour it up, pop that ass, I make it rain ho 
  I’ll make it flood, shorty, you might need a raincoat
  Strip clubs and dolla bills - still got mo money
  Patron shots can I get a refill - still got mo money
  Strippers going up and down that pole - still got mo money
  4o clock and we aint going home cause I still got mo money
  Money make the world go round - still got mo money
  Bands make you girl go down - still got mo money
  Lot more where that came from - still got mo money
  The look in your eyes, I know you want some - still got mo money
  Pour it up-pour it up, thats how we ball out
  Thats how we ball out
  Thats how we ball out
  Thats how we ball out
  Aight Rih, let get it baby
  TURN UP!
  I catch a case and I go to jail 
  I came home and went back, oh well 
  I’m multiplying everything I spend 
  These trap niggas I represent 
  It’s Hustle Gang and we poppin’, got big bank rolls in our pockets
  Hoppin’ out a foreign vehicle , throwin’ forty Gs, ain’t no issue, bitch, bitch!
  I’m thorough as it get, official, bitch, bitch!
  Better watch your pussy poppin’ - I might wanna come and get you, bitch
  Now everywhere you may see me surrounded by bad bitches like Rih-Rih
  Got them booty shots, look like Nicki, face and toes pretty, I’m picky
  See these trap niggas, they honor me and these rap niggas up under me
  Ain’t nothin’ for me to get a hundred keys and then stimulate the economy, like..
  YUP, HEY, YUP, YUP, HEY, YUP
  Okay, okay
  Oh-ohhhhhh-ohhh-oh-oh-oh
  All I see is signs, all I see is dolla signs
  Oh-ohhh-ohhh-ohhh-oh-oh-oh
  Money on my mind, money-money on my mind
  Throw it-throw it up, watch it fall out from the sky
  Throw it up-throw it up, watch it all fall out
  Pour it up-pour it up, thats how we ball out
  Throw it up-throw it up, watch it all fall out
  Pour it up pour it up, thats how we ball out
  Thats how we ball out
  Thats how we ball out
  Thats how we ball out