You niggaz need to mind your motherfucking business And I'm talking to whoever felt offended I said it with a candy cane in my mouth So these motherfuckers know I meant it They come driving is vintage And I'm sitting on inchies These Atlanta hoes think I'm the bomb 96 so lambix So they ain't give me no playback When I was stuck in those trenches Now they on my twitter page All over my minches But I don't pay 'em no attention Prob 'cause I don't trust them I fuck 'em good but I don't cuff 'em I know them hoes but I don't judge them These rap niggas is wet to me I think I'm better than most of us They're two fly niggas in the game And baby girl I'm both of 'em So you should know that (I'm getting money) I'm always on my grind (I'm getting money) 24 hours (I'm getting money) 'Cause there ain't nothing else to do (I'm getting money) So why you niggas chilling with your feet up My niggas out in San Frans' and in Rio And I'm getting money out the country I ain't talking credit cards when I say I need a VISA Call me mr. International, state outside and baginals My bitches Bob 'cause I do the shit that Mac would do On the cost of a few stacks you want me on the track But I came a long way for slaving sacks on the avenue I don't do what them other rappers do I'm stumped up I gotta get money, type of attitude Ye I rap it I'm a ex-pimp slash trapper too I had the grain, my partner had the cane like the cappers do So you should know that (I'm getting money) I'm always on my grind (I'm getting money) 24 hours (I'm getting money) 'Cause there ain't nothing else to do (I'm getting money)