More money, m-m-m-more money More money, m-m-more money Woke up in the morning with my thoughts green Queens! Banko prep for war already, clean out the store I'm petty Half my life anticipating, fifteen years been touring heavy Rappers in the mortuary, don't get to draw I'm deadly Victim files are more than plenty, bring on the semi, uh! Ferragamo no colors, my shit designer all the time Benji dollar my covers, I'm fit for commas, born to bomb Hand me all the newcomers I body bag 'em, mow the lawn Every time it's a homi, shotty, magnum, forty-five Bottles out with my niggas, congratulations to the mob Wipe my ass with your favors, I got these haters on their job Iron candy your flavors, you need some paper? Go and rob Ain't no telling what the hell the money changes, oh my god More money, m-m-m-more money More money, m-m-more money Woke up in the morning with my thoughts green Queens, nigga Never cared for fame connected, came in the game respected Fuck opinions coming from pennies, we got the same objective Rollie out the window slowly, them coppers aiming reckless Broken necks you reach the next level, make me a necklace, uh! Diamond crown on my caesar, my dog can squeeze and knock you off Twenty in the [?] lit Cohiba like a boss Everybody's somebody, another reason to lock the doors Stamp me out of my Visa, Loubi' tees and lobster claws Dollar sign in my social, my vocals trip to borderline Busy lighting the purple, champagne in the morning time Bitches hop on your wagon, ain't have the faith before the shine Shh, think I hear them calling, money coming, more to find More money, m-m-m-more money More money, m-m-more money Woke up in the morning with my thoughts green Queens!