Yeah Ay, yo, I'm standing on my crib Smokin' on the roof Tryna figure out how to turn one into two Keep my mind up on the dollar signs Caring about my loot Give a fuck about a bitch and give two fucks about you Now I'm ridin' through the city And I'm riding with your main bitch Yellow mama got that A1 head and she can take dick When they try and kiss me, tell 'em bitches, "I don't like that" Honestly, I fuck 'em two times and send 'em right back Ain't got no time for hoes Yeah, I'm about my money Fuck, I look like chasin' you around? Ha, girl, you funny The way you females work is the reason I don't trust you You been with your man for eight years and you just let me fuck you Man this shit is sad 'cause I met the met the bitch today Maybe she in love 'cause I gotta have some face Or maybe she in love 'cause she see I'm getting paid She want the best of both worlds, I guess I'll take the blame Yeah, I'm in my bag, yeah, they see I'm in my bag Got the bitches yellin' I'm the best they ever had Ridin' through the city, keep a pistol on my lap And I ain't tryin' to talk if you ain't talkin' about the cash Yeah, I'm in my bag, yeah, they see I'm in my bag Got the bitches yellin' I'm the best they ever had Ri-ri-ri-riding through the city, keep a pistol on my lap And I ain't tryin' to talk if you ain't talkin' about the cash I'm about the money, I thought I told you I be really getting to it, let me show you No more baggin' work, that shit is over boy I'm busy counting 4k for one show, boy I'm puttin' on, I gotta get it, listen I ain't got no choice Ain't my fault that my music get your bitch pussy moist That jail time, yeah, that's the shit we are trying to avoid They tried to give me ten years as a savage young boy I had to switch it up 'cause my life was destroyed I'm trying to get them M&M's like I am from Detroit I trap shit, they lock me up, see that ain't got no point 'Cause I don' stashed more bricks in the wall that fucking Pink Floyd Gotta get it, got no choice, I be 'bout it with them toys Back then, cops and robbers, now you die when you hear that noise Keep a toolie on my waste Give a fuck what you say All I know is play these hoes And all I know is get that cash Yeah, I'm in my bag, yeah they see I'm in my bag Got the bitches yellin' I'm the best they ever had Ridin' through the city, keep a pistol on my lap And I ain't tryin' to talk if you ain't talkin' about the cash Yeah, I'm in my bag, yeah, they see I'm in my bag Got the bitches yellin' I'm the best they ever had Ri-ri-ri-riding through the city, keep a pistol on my lap And I ain't tryin' to talk if you ain't talkin' about the cash