Feat. Travis Porter Bad Lucc &Two-9

Money about to fire out the reef
Everything’s paper 25 for the feature
Scoop your bitch and make a move on it
Grabbers on the payroll
So we move it easily
Been a winner from the start
Just crack ten dimes
About to mac 11
Pop it on the row
Make a million cash then drop it on the flow

Money about to fire out the reef
Everything’s paper 25 for the feature

Rolling another joint
Getting high with my niggaz
And the pretty bitches get wild up with their liquor
I know the niggaz sing the song with the pistol
And every day I pray
That I see another day
But these niggaz in the way
And every day I pray
That I see another day
But these niggaz in the way
And every day I pray
That I see another day
But these niggaz in the way

Ain’t touching no work
It’s good there cause I’m the man
Gang gang you read the same thing
Ain’t switching up or changing up
We’re on the same lane
Came from the bottom
Still thuggin’ with my partners
My niggaz ain’t with the drama
Press the button and we’re rappin’
I told her to twist the J
So we can pass the problem
They don’t even wanna sip in here
We cut the line bro
The dress code we’re up in here
So roll the blunts
Just smoke up in here
Presidential cush my nigga
Twist the fingers so they know who’s here

Money about to fire out the reef
Everything’s paper 25 for the feature

Rolling another joint
Getting high with my niggaz
And the pretty bitches get wild up with their liquor
I know the niggaz sing the song with the pistol
And every day I pray
That I see another day
But these niggaz in the way
And every day I pray
That I see another day
But these niggaz in the way
And every day I pray
That I see another day
But these niggaz in the way

I’m here on a business
Getting money my niggaz
And now I wanna do the shit I never did before
I need that AA something
I need that hundred something
I need that magical bang
These niggaz are out of line
And I’mma die for the game
I got my family on my mind
And nigga smoking this weed
I’m good but I ain’t finished

Money about to fire out the reef
Everything’s paper 25 for the feature

Rolling another joint
Getting high with my niggaz
And the pretty bitches get wild up with their liquor
I know the niggaz sing the song with the pistol
And every day I pray
That I see another day
But these niggaz in the way
And every day I pray
That I see another day
But these niggaz in the way
And every day I pray
That I see another day
But these niggaz in the way