Money, I’m paid (blast off on these niggas)

[4x]
I got money on the drank
And half on the dank
(The greatest DJ in the world), (east side)

Yeah, thank God I’m a millionaire
Hard body, these other boys teddy bears
Fuck with me momma, I know you want a G
And I’m a real blood, if you want R&B
Just call me Carter honey, if you can’t say the baby
Bitch I’m so fucking hot, I feel radiated
Ho I’m so fucking fly, my eyes are aviators
I’m stuck at the top floor in the elevator
‘Cause I’m high, dumb high
Nigga, I could look into the sun’s eyes
Young guy, but rich though
And I keep a rag on me like a 64, like a 64
You know I got that bounce
It’s Mister Quick-To-Pour-A-Eighth-Into-A-20-Ounce
OK I’m Terminator, you niggas Minnie Mouse
And I’m Young Money, anyhow

[9x]
I got money on the drank (drank)
And half on the dank (dank)
(Mack Mizzle)

It’s hood-shit baby, so you know it’s all thugs
Rock-star life, lot of sex and a lot of drugs
It’s OG Kush, purple dro and kind bud
Have a real nigga feeling like he’s so fucked-up
Have a fake nigga feeling like he’s so bucked-up
There go the weed man, spitter back the truck up
There go the lean man, thugger we done lucked up
I mix the two dro by my bitch and then we rough-fuck
I leave a Crego to the lot and pick a Jag’ up
If you was in my shoes, nigga you could brag ’cause
Weezy Wee got me, Baby he got me
Young Money, Cash Money, bitch that’s my posse
40. cals with brokes, safeties just try to rob me
Million-dollar man Ted DiBiase
Now let me tell you, if I’m missing a bush
Shit’ll get ugly than New York from the Flavor Of Love

[9x]
I got money on the drank (drank)
And half on the dank (dank)
(Mack Mizzle)

Now we lean (lean) out our minds (out our minds)
Rest In Peace to DJ Screw, we’re on the grind (on the grind)
‘Cause we lean (lean) out our minds (out our minds)
Rest In Peace to DJ Screw, we’re on the grind (on the grind)