You know it's Lil Voe on the beat I was so far at the bottom Ni-- couldn't even see the top Now I'm so mo-- up I'm afraid to fu-- drop Woo, woo, I'm afraid to fu-- stop Woo, woo, woo, yeah Money all on these Balmains I got all of these racks on me I can afford to blow a bag I got all of these racks on me I can run it up and fu-- it up I got all of these racks on me I just cheated on my main bi-- But my side comin' back to me I'm ballin' on these broke ni-- Check the highlights on Sports Center I'm Michael Jordan on the court, ni-- Scottie Pippen, that's my lil ni-- Shoot the threes like Reggie Miller Sell the cookies by the pound, ni-- Smoke the gas by the ounce, ni-- Roll it up and burn it down, ni-- I'm gettin' head in a private flight I might just fly to Dubai tonight I might fly to Tokyo tomorrow Just to drift in a foreign car I'm on them bars and I'm dozin' off I had to wake up and count it up When the money call I pick it up If it ain't 'bout money, bi-- I'm hangin' up Broke ni-- get the dial tone Th-- ho-- get wild on Got a quater million worth of jewelry on me Lookin' like I got headlights on me I'm in that demon, no Hellcat And I done make it through hell and back Now a young ni-- got hella racks And I fu-- on your bi-- for the hell of it Money all on these Balmains I got all of these racks on me I can afford to blow a bag I got all of these racks on me I can run it up and fu-- it up I got all of these racks on me I just cheated on my main bi-- But my side comin' back to me Givinchy, Givenchy, whatever you call it Drip down to my sizzocks Somebody left on the faucet We gon' shop, we don't drip out the closet No withdrawals, only makin' deposits I'ma run to the money like Forest Hit the lot, I'ma buy me a foreign I done got big, got me feelin' important Pockets fat like Rasputia from Norbit I took flight to the top, now I'm soarin' I might buy me a car when I'm bored I'ma buy everything I couldn't afford I'm ballin' on ni-- who keepin' the score I don't give a damn about gettin' rewards I'ma make sure that I put up the point They didn't believe when I said I'm the one Put up a twenty a month for my son Fight like a man, we gon' shoot, we don't run I let the bros hit the road with a gun Yeah, whole lotta racks on me She mad 'cause she can't get a piece All a ni-- wear Amiri jeans And a ni-- livin' out his dreams Money all on these Balmains I got all of these racks on me I can afford to blow a bag I got all of these racks on me I can run it up and fu-- it up I got all of these racks on me I just cheated on my main bi-- But my side comin' back to me I got a fetish for horses Polos and Ferraris And I just copped an Aston Martin Push button, I can start it I ain't even gotta park it Swear I'm goin' dumb, re-- Swear I'm goin' HAM in the trap Serve a ni-- brick with the strap Finesse his a--, no cap Water diamonds, no tap They know that I'm paid They know that I'm good They know that I'm strait I'm cookin' an eight I'm boomin' a spot I don't work in a base The racks in the safe The steak on my plate I'm on my way Money all on these Balmains I got all of these racks on me I can afford to blow a bag I got all of these racks on me I can run it up and fu-- it up I got all of these racks on me I just cheated on my main bi-- But my side comin' back to me