Mike Dean on the boards
Motherfuckin beat man
She rockin like a cut off stockin,
y'all know what I mean?
It's your boy Yung D.B.I.C man
A million dollar mouthpiece man
Back in the * man
Rap a lot of pop for ya nigga
Raisin Dragon Gang man
I need more man
It's the business
Chia, Chia, it's the summer man
Time to step the skrill up
Time to chrome the wheels up
Time to ice your grill up, yup
Dollar dollar bills up And strippers with they heels up
Get me thrown the pill the what?
I keep it gully like a gangster should No button ups,
the smokies in the base the
hood You got that Kush nigga blaze the wood
You got that purple nigga blaze the
good I got bricks I can lace your hood
Grippin wood in that Benz S55 22's lookin like a Maybach from behind
Bumpin UGK,
front back,
side to side Model with my dick in her mouth,
workin side
to side That's how I ride with them suicides on the
magnet The 650 Beamer got the mouth like the Phantom
More ice,
more cars,
more paper More broads,
more problems,
more haters
More money,
more bars,
more flows,
more flows,
more flows
I got that * but still I need more money More bars,
more flows,
more flows,
more flows
I keep that * but still I need more
money The Phantom Master Black 24,
more money
I'm always poppin tags at the store, more money
More money,
more money,
more for sure More money,
more money,
more money,
more money
Like Damon Wayans I got that candy paint drippin switching lane
to lane On the Dane to Dames where the fame is Dane
My chain hang to my dick so it's swang and
banged Take a ass to the splats then I bang
a frame Drop her off the same way that I came
Back to slangin them thangs Rhymestones in my Gucci frames
I think they like me I'm icy like Gucci Mane
I'm a mob figure,
rosé Don Zipper Get mailed with Mophie,
Skilled and long time
silver Keep my hoes off of Tron Silver
And I'm a pimp like Don Juan nigga that's why my arm glitter
Charm bigger than that flavor FlavWatch,
the Bayhouse
Said all the trends watch It's more ice,
more cars,
more paper
More broads,
more problems,
more haters More money,
more bars,
more flows,
more flows,
more flows I got that * but still I need more money
More bars,
more flows,
more flows,
more flows I keep that * but still I need more money
The Phantom Master Black 24,
more money I'm always poppin tags at the store,
more money
*,
more money,
more money,
more for sure More money,
for sure,
more money
Every day if it's rainin or it's sunny I'ma get that money,
go get that money
All you hater motherfuckers lookin at
me funny They ain't gettin that money,
they ain't gettin that money
Record labels got they rappers dressin all for me
They ain't gettin that money,
they ain't gettin that money
Rap a lot for life you see my ice all
chunky Cause I'm gettin that money,
we gettin that
money More money for me
Shep get weighed up like a baker I'm caked up
The Jacob and Cold World face matchin the Bapesters
I'm draped up like Bumby keep it
gangsta You wanksters get shanked up,
pistol whip
and sprayed up Exclusive ganged up,
custom leather
I'm in the Range truck gettin brained up,
blazin haze up
It's more ice,
more cars,
more paper More rods,
more problems,
more haters
More money,
more cars,
more hoes,
more flow,
more road
I got that * but still I need more money More cars,
more flows,
more weed,
more road
I keep that * but still I need more
money The Phantom Master Black 24,
more money
I'm always poppin tags at the store,
more money *,
more money,
more money,
more for sure
More money, for sure, more money