I like the money, I need some endorsements She wanna fuck in the back of the Porsche King of my city, I roll up with bosses Diamonds imported I get it lit (lit), I get it hot (hot) Just ask the real niggas on my block She wanna dance (dance), well, I got the moves (moves) I'm lookin' like Michael Jackson in these shoes I got a couple hoes I've been lovin' on But that shit don't mean nothin' to me I got a couple blunts I've been rollin' up Just to keep me some company I get it lit (lit), I get it hot (hot) Just ask the real niggas on my block She wanna dance (dance), well, I got the moves (moves) I'm lookin' like Michael Jackson in these shoes I got a couple hoes I've been lovin' on But that shit don't mean nothin' to me I got a couple blunts I've been rollin' up Just to keep me some company She like my dance moves, uh Guess I'm the man, she turned to a fan Now we making fast moves, uh Lookin' for love, but it never last I guess that's what cash do (ooh) Hands in my pants, she lookin' for bands (goddamn) And something that's brand new Told her, "Watch what that bag do" 'Cause it could get litty when I'm in my city, yeah You know it's more fun when you papered out I need a biddy to show me some titties The real definition of hangin' out (hangin' out) Maybe some kitty 'cause I'm really pretty But I know you shy when the gang around (hey) Ain't got no time to just hang around Fuckin' or fightin', we bang it out I get it lit (lit), I get it hot (hot) Just ask the real niggas on my block She wanna dance (dance), well, I got the moves (moves) I'm lookin' like Michael Jackson in these shoes I got a couple hoes I've been lovin' on But that shit don't mean nothin' to me I got a couple blunts I've been rollin' up Just to keep me some company I get it lit (lit), I get it hot (hot) Just ask the real niggas on my block (yeah) She wanna dance (dance), well, I got the moves (moves, yeah) I'm lookin' like Michael Jackson in these shoes (I got that bag on me) I got a couple hoes I've been lovin' on (you know what I'm sayin'? Pull up) But that shit don't mean nothin' to me I got a couple blunts I've been rollin' up Just to keep me some company (Pluto, Pluto) Might spoil the bitch for the thrill I fuck bitches on million dollars worth of bills I get it poppin' by all, any means I hold up my wrist, that's a Bentley machine Ain't havin' issues with gettin' fettuccine You fuckin' King Pluto, you get what you dreamin' Mop up my top, got me splashin' codeine Swap out your wardrobe, you fuckin' a king Came out the bottom like 400 Juvie Put a switch on it and go make a movie Trippin' off ecstasy, I'm totally polluted Bitches on bitches, they done my recruitin' Hoes, they goin' both ways They get it poppin' on good medication (good medication) Diamonds on me, Bobby Brown (diamonds on me) Diamonds be dancin' on me, MJ (ooh-ooh, ooh) I put them Rolex diamonds on my trigger finger Walk 'em down, leave a nigga in the cold (ooh-ooh, ooh) I put the Bentley Spur on a cha-cha Had to turn up another nigga hoe (ooh-ooh, ooh) And she do whatever a nigga say I'm controllin' my bitches without usin' a remote (turn it up) I done came from the bottom I started with nothin', had to go out and get me a Draco (trenches) I done smashed on an R&B star in the trenches These bitches gon' do what I say so (do what I say so) Hop in my shit, you know damn well I'm lit I've been fuckin' these thotties, I'm loaded and rich (loaded and rich) Came up from nothin' (came up) You know these racks brought these gold diggin' bitches (Freebandz) I seen the smoke (what?) Set a nigga on fire and kill all the witnesses (it's true) I get it lit (lit), I get it hot (hot) Just ask the real niggas on my block She wanna dance (dance), well, I got the moves (moves) I'm lookin' like Michael Jackson in these shoes I got a couple hoes I've been lovin' on But that shit don't mean nothin' to me I got a couple blunts I've been rollin' up Just to keep me some company I get it lit (lit), I get it hot (hot) Just ask the real niggas on my block She wanna dance (dance), well, I got the moves (moves) I'm lookin' like Michael Jackson in these shoes I got a couple hoes I've been lovin' on But that shit don't mean nothin' to me I got a couple blunts I've been rollin' up Just to keep me some company