[intro talking] bricks in the trunk i be pushing heavy pounds Hammer on my lap ready to nail a clown [verse] diamonds so big they look like fuckin glaciers tryna put shit on is like carryin a spaceship neck so fuckin sore got me lookin at the floor Need to go utside cus this jeweler isn’t spacious chain draggin the ground cant even fit inside a door Every one my team rich cus i am so gracious ball and chain in a gang you cant hang bitch slangin all these bags got a thug feelin really rich any body tryna get me you gone end up in a ditch Swiss cheese yo ass wit da fuckin switch bullets flyin through da air you can hear the wind if you hear the wizz just know it wasn’t really meant for you, so you better move out of my city bum you only get lucky once before the reaper comes my dear apologies to all the families hurt yo son knew what he was doin when he reach inside his shirt [pre chorus] and the way the story goes im the god of making money and when ever youre exposed dont even try to run from me [chorus] haters flyin every day for tryna be Sum they not! im just doin what im pose to do when i hit the spot nothin sorry bout this money main i can’t even stop i be runnin round the city knocking off every opp [verse] Living in the south you cant fuckin hang I be lettin off shots every single fuckin day savage wit da pipe i be hittin shit from miles away smoke a cigarette i will pop it out yo ugly face call me what you want but dont you ever call me broke My neck be colder then water when its froze 100 thousand on the wrist you cant comprehend buy a lambo when im bored you cant even pay yo rent Buss down on my wrists so i can always see the time you cant spare some change when yo momma need a dime my momma so fly got everything she ever wanted new whip on the strip got her rollin around stuntin i do not even drive i let some one else do it for me cus i got to many cases they done took my license from me im a demon in disguise the judge thought that i was satan but he let me out on bond cus he know id bash his face in [pre chorus] and the way the story goes im the god of making money and when ever youre exposed dont even try to run from me [chorus] haters flyin every day for tryna be Sum they not! im just doin what im pose to do when i hit the spot nothin sorry bout this money main i can’t even stop i be runnin round the city knocking off every opp [final verse] house up on the hill cost a cool 100 mill 20 car garage pulling out in what i feel 30 inch rims i can almost touch the sky blowin spliffs in the whip getting really high 45 on my side if a hater wanna go to sleep lil peep in the streets cus my opps be counting sheep catchin bodies isn’t cheap every clip cost money if you listen to yo god you would not be a dummy Now you’re inside a box underneath the fuckin dirt im on solid ground wearing Luis on my shirt teeth iced out lookin like a bit the fallin snow got the crowd jumpin when im bumpin at the shows so homie go tell god sorry for tryna be hot capping in yo raps get you packed up in a box [pre chorus] and the way the story goes im the god of making money and when ever youre exposed dont even try to run from me [chorus] haters flyin every day for tryna be Sum they not! im just doin what im pose to do when i hit the spot nothin sorry bout this money main i can’t even stop i be runnin round the city knocking off every opp
