Young Chop on the beat Don't bust it open for a real n***a Let me give a shout out my perfection b**** Sin City, Seuss, and Scala b**** Let me give a shout out my Miami b**** Pop their own bottles, it's the credit pension Let me give a shout out my Atlanta b**** Magic City, Strokers, and my Heineck's b**** Let me give a shout out to my Caleon Grind Down, Sunset, and Santa Ro Let me give a shout out to my Dallas b**** Alabama, David, and a b**** Let me give a shout out my Chicago b**** All the squippers in the model b**** Let me give a shout out to my real b**** Don't bust it open for a real n***a F*** a money machine, we weigh the duffel bag Bought a condo just to keep my duffel stash She ain't f***ing, we stick her in the yellow cab Call my other yellow b****, tats on her yellow ass Got a b****, I'm hella bad, pistols that go rat-a-tat New Orleans n***a, I can't help it with my savage ass Bad b****s only, I ain't f***ing with your average ass Unless you gon' bust it open, then you bring back tatty cash Shout out to my real b****es, I ain't f***ing with fake hoes Fake purses, fake hair, fake nails, fake clothes YMCNB, we get cheese, watch me take a pose I see some bad b****es in your section and I'm taking hoes Shout out to my real b****es Don't bust it open for a real n***a Big money talking, never ends, never fold Been 20 summers stunting on these dog hoes Real b****es on me working a garbage can Hundred grand on me, n***a, motherf***er banned Got a bunch of money, n***a, in a money bag The money bag, n***a, filled with a money bag Got a rich b****, just bought a Lotus GT Focker on the set, the red rum is smoking Big s*** talker, big deal offer Bad b****es on my line, n***a, like a stalker F*** counting sheeps, Versace on the sheets The Birdman, n***a, 20 million on the beach Yeah, n***a, I hide in a motherf***er Let me hide in some of my hoes, n***a Some of these hoes, they new hoes, my n***a My b**** Keita Kim, you understand? My hoe Michelle, you understand? My b**** in the West Coast be swagging My b**** over there on the East Coast be getting her numbers on My b**** in the Chi-Town Feel the b****es in ATL, n***a Uptown swag, got gangsta b**** out the Cali, yo Yeah, n***a, French My b**** in London, n***a Got a b**** all the way in Japan, boy Popping that GT all day, boy Strapped up, shining on they dog ass YMCA, n***a, flashing lifestyle Business I see it, girl All that motherf***er playing, pop that sh**ty up, boy Get this money, money bag, all day 100, sleeping on a million, n***a You understand me? Old money, new money Yeah, yeah Fresh money Buy my b**** a whip, n***a It's nothing