Ft. Birdman

(Intro: Birdman)
Sunday mornin', bright lights
Lookin' off the top of the yacht, lost at sea just a lifestyle

(Hook: both)
I'mma hit her with my chains on
Money dancin', you'll get rained on
This only been out a Range Rove
And ya niggas see it ain't though
I'm with all my people
I brought all my people
Niggas ain't seein' me, niggas ain't seein' me
When ya in first place
Make the niggas want to hate ya 
Tell all them niggas we ready
Did ya not know we're ready?
I got money in the bank
She fuckin' with me cause I'm rank
And we gon' throw it in yo face
Too much money in yo face

(Verse: Jacquees)
I think that I won the race
I think all these niggas hate
If I want it then I got it
I ain't never had to wait
It's some killers right beside ya 
Fuckboys we despise ya 
We ain't even finna fight ya 
They gon' do they best to find ya 
Fuck yo bitch all day
Send her back yo way
Young Cash Money nigga, never fade away
I be on the rise, me in different states
Forty niggas I'm rollin', havin' shit my way

(Bridge: Jacquees)
Shoot the gun, boom-boom
Yeah, my niggas shoot the gun, boom-boom
I don't really know ya, swear to God I don't really know ya 

(Hook)

(Verse 2: Birdman)
New whip, paper plates
Money make a nigga hate
Niggas knowin' that we straight
Chop him dead in his face
Glass plate, new place
100 bricks, big face
A rich nigga on the water
Versace jacket for my daughter
Big B, red boss
Stunna man floss cars
If ya ain't made Forbes nigga
What the fuck is ya talkin'?
I don't need no introduction than this
It's Stunna man, young and we gon' bang on a bitch

(Bridge: Jacquees)
Shoot the gun, boom-boom
Yeah, my niggas shoot the gun, boom-boom
I don't really know ya, swear to God I don't really know ya 

(Hook)

(Outro: Birdman)
One oh five on a yacht, ya understand me? 
Jacuzzi on some Scarface shit. Just a normal lifestyle
Palm beaches and bitches and bottles and models, nigga
They luv a nigga wit money and power, nigga dead