| Uh, gray snow in my house alarm | |
| Countin cash every morning before I leave home (leave home) | |
| Family I love, don't wanna leave this world alone | |
| And before I leave home (leave home) | |
| I pray to God I won't, loyalty is all I know | |
| (Before I leave home, leave home) | |
| I pray to God I won't, loyalty is all I know | |
| (Before I leave home) | |
| So fresh, bag full of money when I hit the curb | |
| Just cooked up left the kitchen full of bird, ya heard | |
| That's the word you can get served | |
| From the bullets to the keys is how we urge | |
| To move on and groove and get the money straight | |
| Flip another cake 27, 28 | |
| I got the tax on the bubble | |
| The money in the Hummer, we shine every summer | |
| Yeah so we swagged out, Gucci down, Louie down | |
| Hood down, put it down uptown | |
| Catch me rollin in my Bentley | |
| Tooled up pussy with a bitch and I'm all in it | |
| Uh, sunshine like the brightest day | |
| Momma do you remember the time, Michael J | |
| When I seen the video I said that's gon be me | |
| And I ain't have to dream I made it my reality | |
| Folks laughed at me now everybody mad at me | |
| I skipped class and I shitted on the faculty | |
| Young Money greedy, Cash Money greedy | |
| Get it I'm gon eat it, never bite the hand that feeds me | |
| Shout out Weezy, Stunna and Mack baby | |
| Top back south beach, hoes drive me crazy | |
| Watching out for fake shit, rats on some snake shit | |
| Give me rats for my statements | |
| I'm that amazing | |
| Uh, on my way to get it | |
| I'm a hustla write it down take a picture bitch print it | |
| Ducking the lieutenant, staying on my pivot | |
| The game ain't sweet, but money make you forgive it | |
| Uh, and nothings promised but a graveyard | |
| Can't see myself dyin' broke, Ray Charles | |
| Yea, now rock steady in this mutherfucker | |
| Paper come fast Tom Petty in this mutherfucker | |
| Uh, now do a doughnut in the money | |
| I'm on a paperchase, but the paper ain't running | |
| Now fuck the World till it's cummin, here it comes | |
| We get the bread and the crumbs, Young Money |