I just hit seven hundred thou And when they hear that shit click they better hit the ground And baby got that good grip, she love when I'm in town Love to smoke big take a handful out the pound We the ones, yeah Yeah, we run this shit Big chips and crazy trips Two zips and eighty bricks Shout-out to my pops, he had the 80s lit Mercedes Benz with the crazy kick I love the dope game 'Cause I'm crazy rich I'm on a boat with two bankers and a crazy bitch She'll take the case for me, she ain't saying shit, yeah And look at what we built from the ground up Stacked up to black duff, the cash tucked Act tough to taped up and bagged up I'm outside, it's late night, I'm masked up Got money on mind I got money on mind Got money on mind Yeah, I want it all the time Got money on mind And I'm always on my grind I got money on my mind Fuck it, pour another line We talk that big money, we don't talk no little shit And bitch I got a drill team ready to take a field trip That shit around my neck, man, that shit cost a meal ticket Anything unnecessary I ain't finna deal with it Bitch I'm on my J-O-B, they hate on me They be waitin' on me, then they get this cheese Don't do no runarounds, I get straight to the point Got Cartier lens and then I bust them down with pointers Hop in the Benz, bitch, I don't rent it, I'm the owner Free my nigga Thugger, baby, I'm a stoner Cookies and Louis, these bitches diggin' my aroma I just copped a presidential 'bout to go get a Daytona Got money on mind I got money on mind Got money on mind Yeah, I want it all the time I got money on my mind And I'm always on my grind I got money on my mind Fuck it, pour another line Oh yeah, yeah Fuck it, pour another line Oh yeah, yeah