[Intro: FBG Duck, Billionaire Black & Kid Smoke]
Hah, woah, ooh
You better get this fucking money out here, man (Gang)
(Hehe, Levi, you crazy)
So much fucking money out here, man (Kid Smoke)
One thing on my mind, get rich (One thing on my mind, man, I gotta get rich)
Clout Boyz (Money)
Tryna stack a mill', what the fuck is six figures? (What the fuck is six figures?)
Ooh (All this motherfucking money, man)
Click, glaow, click, glaow
(Turn up)
(Woah, let's get it)
[Chorus: Kid Smoke]
No pen, these for your thoughts when I tell a goofy, "Save that" (Goofy)
I can get you lost if you really wanna play that (Kid Smoke)
I ain't gotta save that, I just gave the word to lil' bro
Gon' slide through your block and relay that
I just fucked a bitch, if she hatе, I probably hit her
All about my dollars, I don't think you get the picturе (At all)
One thing on my mind, man, I gotta get richer (Bands, bands)
Tryna stack a mill', what the fuck is six figures?
What? What?
All about my dollars, I don't think you get the picture (At all)
One thing on my mind, man, I gotta get rich (Bands, bands)
Tryna stack a mill', what the fuck is six figures? (Bands)
If I hear he's oppin', cut him off, no scissors
Too many enemies to be worried 'bout snitches
One thing on my mind, man, I gotta get richer
Tryna stack a mill', what the fuck is six figures?
[Verse 1: Kid Smoke]
Probably smokin' weed right after a long day
Money on me and I keep it the long way (Cash)
Came the road to riches, watch the goofies go the wrong way
Steady gettin' paid even when it's my off day (Swear I'm so paid)
Back in the day, they want work, they would call me
Fifteen years old servin' grams in the hallway (That loud)
And now I'm on the beat slangin' crack, fuck with me, my shit smack
If you don't got them bands, don't call me (Goofy)
Never been the type to give a fuck 'bout what you say (At all)
I'm too busy workin', people know my name from state to state (They do)
Matter fact, different counties, difference is I'm really hungry
Probably why I'm steady out here eatin' all these 808s (I am)
Fuck doin' verses for the low-low
Boy, I'm clouted up, you ain't fuckin' with no no-no
Told him, "Link up," no surprise he a no show
Goofy-ass rappers 'bout to pull me into my old ways (Kid Smoke)
One thing on my mind, tryna figure out my next move
If he out here livin' day-to-day, Lord, bless you (Amen)
Got to keep workin' 'cause my old [?]
[?] verses, I'm the shit, no restroom
Your bitch parley, no, I can't go for that
Really gettin' paid, probably why the kid showin' racks
Stackin' that green, big bro, where's my team?
'Cause I know that shit gon' come around like a cul-de-sac
[Chorus: Kid Smoke & Billionaire Black]
No pen, these for your thoughts when I tell a goofy, "Save that" (Goofy)
I can get you lost if you really wanna play that (Kid Smoke)
I ain't gotta save that, I just gave the word to lil' bro
Gon' slide through your block and relay that
I just fucked a bitch, if she hate, I probably hit her
All about my dollars, I don't think you get the picture (At all)
One thing on my mind, man, I gotta get richer (Bands, bands)
Tryna stack a mill', what the fuck is six figures?
What? What?
All about my dollars, I don't think you get the picture (At all)
One thing on my mind, man, I gotta get rich (Bands, bands)
Tryna stack a mill', what the fuck is six figures? (Bands)
If I hear he's oppin', cut him off, no scissors
Too many enemies to be worried 'bout snitches
One thing on my mind, man, I gotta get richer (Woah, Clout God)
Tryna stack a mill', what the fuck is six figures? (Let's get it)
[Verse 2: Billionaire Black]
Tryna stack a M, six figures ain't shit (M&M's)
I just spent a couple bands on my bitch (Let's get it)
Got a couple bands that'll get you hit (Band up)
Bitch, I'm clouted up, Clout Boyz, we the shit (Clout up)
Rather chase a bag, fuck all that broke shit (Band up)
Styrofoam cups and the purple potion (Let's get it)
My young niggas trigger-happy, scream the four-fifth (Boom)
Run up Black, fuck nigga blowin' (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Better get this move like a fuckin' [?] (Let's get it)
Wet a nigga up like he in the ocean (Blah)
Catch me in traffic, we in motion (Skrrt)
Smokin' on that dope, man, that shit potent (Dope)
Ridin' 'round with it on me, but Wooski totin' (Woah)
If we see a opp, then we smoke him (Blow)
Ain't no jokin', if he holdin', poke him
Take him down, smoke him, gang
[Chorus: Kid Smoke & FBG Duck]
No pen, these for your thoughts when I tell a goofy, "Save that" (Goofy)
I can get you lost if you really wanna play that (Kid Smoke)
I ain't gotta save that, I just gave the word to lil' bro
Gon' slide through your block and relay that
I just fucked a bitch, if she hate, I probably hit her
All about my dollars, I don't think you get the picture (At all)
One thing on my mind, man, I gotta get richer (Bands, bands)
Tryna stack a mill', what the fuck is six figures?
What? What?
All about my dollars, I don't think you get the picture (At all)
One thing on my mind, man, I gotta get rich (Bands, bands)
Tryna stack a mill', what the fuck is six figures? (Bands)
(FBG shit)
If I hear he's oppin', cut him off, no scissors
Too many enemies to be worried 'bout snitches (FBG, bitch)
One thing on my mind, man, I gotta get richer (Clout Boyz)
Tryna stack a mill', what the fuck is six figures?
[Verse 3: FBG Duck]
Look, I'm not the one you wanna talk to, nigga, better watch who you talk to, nigga (Better watch your mouth)
I'll make my shooters come off you, nigga, that's the type of shit a boss do, nigga (Brrt, bah)
I told your lil' bitch she can give me her face and I'll give her a hundred dollars (Ooh)
You say you don't love her, I know that you love her, you lyin' motherfucker (Turn up)
You not talkin' money, then don't talk to me 'cause you see all I talk is Ben Franklins (Money)
Niggas be hatin', okay, 'cause I be doin' what they can't (Goof'-ass)
If you not talkin' money, then please get the fuck out my face (Goof'-ass)
I tried to show these niggas how to get some money, but they couldn't wait
Money
[Chorus: Kid Smoke]
No pen, these for your thoughts when I tell a goofy, "Save that" (Goofy)
I can get you lost if you really wanna play that (Kid Smoke)
I ain't gotta save that, I just gave the word to lil' bro
Gon' slide through your block and relay that
I just fucked a bitch, if she hate, I probably hit her
All about my dollars, I don't think you get the picture (At all)
One thing on my mind, man, I gotta get richer (Bands, bands)
Tryna stack a mill', what the fuck is six figures?
What? What?
All about my dollars, I don't think you get the picture (At all)
One thing on my mind, man, I gotta get rich (Bands, bands)
Tryna stack a mill', what the fuck is six figures? (Bands)
If I hear he's oppin', cut him off, no scissors
Too many enemies to be worried 'bout snitches
One thing on my mind, man, I gotta get richer
Tryna stack a mill', what the fuck is six figures?
