Verse 1 Flo Rida:

Money in my pocket
We be talking i be quiet
They go again smelling i wanna buy it
Shawty think im fresh i make em wet like a hydrent
I be on that fly go from passenger to pilot
Point it out like gimme that (X3) Gimme that(X2)
Why do i be stuntin' to be honest i don't know
Hundred after Hundred i don't know
I love it l-l-l-l love it i got a problem
Its nothin' nuttin nuttin nuttin im poppin collars
Last week the p0rnstar, bitch i made a movie
How you doin?, where you been? Hello to my groupies!
Swagga to the moonman, Gwap in my two hands
You can eat the fruit loops wrist full of Tucan's
All types of colors, We family like brothers
My cash in my clean-cake, Throwin hundred after hundred
I stay...

Chrous

Verse 2 Weezy:

Man i got bitches in my home
Bitches on my phone
Im like can you call me back because forcing a resown
I dont mean imma come off a throne
But man i know my money long
I say man my money long
Call me stretch on all strong
Big ass chain on my junk yall dog shit
Why actor swagga fuсk all yall shit
haha... I might stop the beat
Here the money talk and they talking about me
White boy fresh...skinny ass pants
But i ball hard like scouts in a stance
I just bin around my house blowing ounce like a fan
I flip one of these niggas like Jackie chan
I aint worry bout it
I just ball out... Man im too cold lemme thaw out
Im so Young Money... i got dumb money
Took a bread but a bitch can't get a crumb from me!

Chorus:

Verse 3 Flo Rida:

Money in my pocket he aint coming back to life
I gave her CPR blow thirty shooting dice
Im married to the cash like somebody throwing rice
And im married to the cash i just had to say it twice
Tell me i aint stuntin nah
Tell me i aint stuntin nah
Tell me i aint stuntin nah, nah, nah, nah, nah..
Put it on my CD and i do it like i suppose to
Ballin' like when Britney cut her hair i cut the checks fool
I do that d-d-d-do that im about my buisness
LIke who that who-who-who that pushin the binlid
Errbody staring its Mister Mclaren
? LIke i was speaking spanish
Shine like a Disco
Dimes think its Crystal
Said she gotta twin and you know i be callin Brisco
I drink that Don-P
I drink that Don-P
Them shones spill my bottle on my Parlay Adore jeans.

Chorus.