You ain't bangin' a set you false claimin that shit
And my pistol possessed I'm not aimin' that bitch
You ain't bangin' a set you false claimin that shit
And my pistol possessed I'm not aimin' that bitch
You ain't bangin' a set you false claimin that shit
And my pistol possessed I'm not aimin' that bitch
Money, more money, and swag
Black Money Boy death row fuck nigga

I do hella black magic so I'm getting rich
If you try me you dying lying about shit
All designer my outfit this hoe cost a grip
He said he want beef his whole head getting split
I just snorted a 30 up off of her tit
Now I don't wanna fuck and she throwing a fit
You ain't banging a set you false claiming that shit
And my pistol possessed I'm not aiming that bitch

Money more money and swag
I'm stuntin on niggas they mad
I'm stuntin on niggas they mad
You niggas is still doin bad
I'm stuntin on niggas they mad
I'm stuntin on niggas they mad
I'm stuntin on niggas they mad

Niggas be frontin he a lame I swear I hate when niggas lie
Niggas gone run up point blank hit
You won't even get to cry
That bitch touchin on herself she hit my phone like "Jay come by"
Ion get why niggas trippin send my [?] You gone die
Playtime's over

Money more money and swag
I'm stuntin on niggas they mad
I'm stuntin on niggas they mad
These niggas is still doin bad
I'm stuntin on niggas they mad
I'm stuntin on niggas they mad

Like you ain't know?