{Verse 1}
Headin' to the bank, I got some b*tches in the back, I call her Monique she's a skank
Then I go and get Maria, who's into that saturita, with more pieces than Mohiki, I hit it
And she weak, I do this sh*t everyday of the week, I get my money and I open that sh*t n*gga
Sitting in there p*ssed like "damn she bad", but then I smile cause man I'm bad
But I don't work when I got the po' on my back and sh*t, driving off, I say Young Money, Cash Money
{Verse 2}(Lil Wayne)
Okay, Wheezy mu’f*cka, I’m the sh*t, you n*ggas understand
I got - I got a bullet but ya’ll n*ggas can’t, pull it man
Wheezy mu’f*cka, I’m the king of all this sh*t, so when I rap I got Saliva on my flow
And I is dope, and I got the Bud Light flavor, I never done it better
All I do is say money, I’m hot, no sweater
I got b*tches on my line, and money on my mind
That’s why I’m always poppin’ sh*t, ‘bout to get a grind
Drizzy!
{Verse 3}(Drake)
I say whatever though, I get that money too
I got a bunch of b*tches, I pile them in the coupe
And they don’t wanna get it, so I just say ‘uh uh’
I got a lot of b*tches
But I be ridin’ through the city in my brand new Lamborghini, never see me
I got a lot of b*tches, don’t you n*ggas not believe me, uh
{Verse 4}(Ludacris)
Luda! Ha ha! Yeah DTP!
I say bow, one time for the women who be hittin’ it better than that
And I got b*tch right now, I all for them, looking at me with that cataract
But I got b*tches more than a fact, send that 1 2 3 4 5, b*tch I’m livin’ ‘till I die
We gon’ bring this sh*t alive
{Verse 5}(Eminem)
Alright I’m bad, but I got your mom in the back in a bag
Who is that, you n*gga right now Slim Slim back no AMTRAK
Like I am knack, when a n*gga asthmatic, no breathing, I’m so asthmatic
In a cadi, 1 2 double matic, I’m bad, when I swiss with static
{Outro}(Lil Wayne)
Young Money got that sh*t, no ceilings baby
I kill a n*gga cause I got, no feelings baby
I f*ck the b*tch, and I done left that b*tch pregnant with a baby
Brand new çok, my Mercedes
(Drake)
White on white, like a martian
Drizzy