Ayy, live how you wanna live, this sh*t ain’t gon’ never happen again
N***as ain’t doin’ it like these young n***as, man, n***as hate that sh*t
3G, easy money, sh*t don’t stop
Don’t let this money change your ways, I been gettin’ every day (Ah)
Even when they wasn’t a hundred, n***a, I ain’t never change (On my mama)
And I don’t even rap, b*t*h, I’m just givin’ y’all my pain
And it’s 3G for life, so I put it on a chain (Easy money, easy money)
Tryna f**k me for some fame, so I put her on the gang
What’s your hood without the name? What’s respect without the pape’? (That sh*t ain’t nothin’)
I ain’t Captain Save-a-Ho, you don’t see me wearin’ capes
I usually f**k first day, you don’t see me go on dates (Ah)
Tell me who you rockin’ with, see you with the opposite
It’s a hundred on the jewelry, b*t*h, you know I got the stick (Oh my God)
It’s forever with my dog, b*t*h, you know I ride with pits
Since you finally got your turn, boy, you better pop your sh*t
Ugly shot, but I hit ’em, oh, that Stojaković (Yeah)
I could f**k her when I want, n***a, that is not your b*t*h (Chill out)
R.I.P.s in the clip, n***a, that’ll stop your whip
You keep talkin’ ’bout your wrist, n***a, that is not your kit (Ayy)
It was a joke when I lost mine, then I made ’em feel it (They act funny)
They was lame when they came around, then I made ’em killers (Yeah)
All my n***as up that sh*t, it ain’t no compet**ion (Talk your sh*t)
Ten n***as with a hundred, n***a, that’s a million (That’s a million?)
A thousand ‘bows in two months, n***a, that’s a building (Uh-huh)
Everybody up that sh*t, n***a, that’s the realest (That’s facts)
You see that black truck behind me? That’s the killers (That’s them killers)
We’ll turn you boys to zombies, ask them n***as (We’ll get ’em gone)
I put thirty on my neck, I put a Rollie on my b*t*h too (Oh, that’s facts), ayy
I put a Carti on my wrist too (Right now)
F**k a pitbull, I just bought my b*t*h a Shih Tzu (Oh)
A hundred thousand every play, I make big moves (Oh my God)
I’m a Five-seveN stick toter (What else?), got your b*t*h open (Uh-huh)
Twenty on the set, this what you call a rich roller (Oh, Crip)
Two b*t*hes dog fightin’, I went Michael Vick on her (Oh my God)
I wear Amiri to the ground, I don’t rock no Rick Owens (Oh, that facts ‘fit)
You ask them hoes who runnin’ the D, it’s us (It’s me)
We ain’t rockin’ no plain janes, it’s bust
Still, a n***a ain’t gave me sh*t, don’t give a f**k (Ain’t gave me nothin’)
I see a million up in my future, ain’t givin’ up (Oh, I need that)
I fell in love with makin’ this cheese, can’t get enough
Some as these n***as make ’em some cheese, they get some buffs
Just to remind, we all came from the bottom, let’s live it up (We out the mid with it)
Got to the crib and I made the b*t*h swallow, ain’t wanna f**k, easy money (Now get out, b*t*h)
It was a joke when I lost mine, then I made ’em feel it (Yeah)
They was lame when they came around, then I made ’em killers (Aw, yeah)
All my n***as up that sh*t, it ain’t no compet**ion (Pop your sh*t)
Ten n***as with a hundred, n***a, that’s a million (That’s a million?)
A thousand ‘bows in two months, n***a, that’s a building (And they gone)
Everybody up that sh*t, n***a, that’s the realest (Ask my mama)
You see that black truck behind me? That’s the killers (They gon’ kill you)
We’ll turn you boys to zombies, ask them n***as (Easy money)
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