I tell you one thing: success is one hell of a drug I stay high off that shit You don't grind, you don't eat But I can say is we getting fat over here Porter House music room, Differenter 3 road trips and big tits Tech this motherfucking DJ Laughing all the way to the bank Acting like my shit don't stank Getting to the money Little money niggas gon' hate But I be in the streets every day Getting to the money I ain't worried about nothing (No no no) Because bitch I'm stunting Yeah (yeah) OK I'm counting it and banking it Saving it and spending it Showing it and throwing it Hit the mall I'm blowing it So much that I can't hold the shit You niggas can't even throw no the shit Magic city chilling and I'm anxious just to throw this shit And I ain't worried about a damn thang You say it bout my pinky ring Yea and I ain't really with the stunting thing But shit I'm still getting to the money mane Laughing all the way to the bank Acting like my shit don't stank Getting to the money Little money niggas gon' hate But I be in the streets every day Getting to the money I ain't worried about nothing (No no no) Because bitch I'm stunting Yeah (yeah) Time is money So I iced up my wrist If it's a crime to stunt then I'm guilty bitch (I'm guilty bitch) Deposit a fin then go pick up my bitch She like swallowing it I left some on her lip 100 bottles and a fifth I live the life of a prince In my pocket no limit I spending it and ready Getting it in Editing up, coming through with a check Then I'm bagging it up,pull up to the bank Every day smelling like an oak I pulled up on her yesterday And dropped off a couple Os Yeah I do it big like a motherfucking elephant I ain't tryna hit when it's all about the presidents Laughing all the way to the bank Acting like my shit don't stank Getting to the money Little money niggas gon' hate But I be in the streets every day Getting to the money I ain't worried about nothing (No no no) Because bitch I'm stunting Yeah (yeah) Yea I'm always stunting Goons on my side Know I'm getting money AP on my wrist 20 thou' game money And yo girl like my debut album That bitch cumming Yeah in Miami with the red coup "Red bottoms" on my bitch and she red too Um but I can not leave my main though Hoes rubbing on my jewelry Can you let my chain go Um I'm the shit 'cause I stank Got a check like it's blank WTF you nigga think (yeah) Got no limit like them tanks And I'm smiling like the jake Wen I'm walking out the bank Bitch Laughing all the way to the bank Acting like my shit don't stank Getting to the money Little money niggas gon' hate But I be in the streets every day Getting to the money I ain't worried about nothing (No no no) Because bitch I'm stunting Yeah (yeah) Like we don't do none but deposits to the bank my nigga (Ha-ha) like affording a child for lunch every day bitch Google it You might learn something. Ha-ha differenter 3