Maybe it seems like we take it too far
But we ain't never had shit
All we know is hustlin' we be on that cash shit
And when we see a bad bitch
You know we got money
You know we got money
You know we got money (yeah)
You know we got money
Hold up!
You know we got money
But don't ask that nigga for nothing
You know he act funny (you know he act funny)
You know he got cars (I know we got)
Look at his gloss! (Look at his gloss!)
And all of his niggas is winnin'
Look at him lookin' like bosses!
You know he got money!
He go in the club, he leave with a chick and he go in her tummy
If that nigga said it
You know he ain't lyin'
And if he invite you
You know that he buyin'
(You know he got money)
You know he got paper
How dare you show him apartments that ain't got no elevator
You know that he bougie
He need a jacuzzi
He need a massage
He need him a bitch in Emilio Pucci
Maybe it seems like we take it too far
But we ain't never had shit
All we know is hustlin' we be on that cash shit
And when we see a bad bitch
She be like
You know he got money (you know he got money)
You know he got money (you know he got money)
You know he got money (you know he got money)
You know he got money (get up)
You know he got mula (know he got mula)
And he ain't takin' no breaks, nigga, no Ferris Bueller
He tryna build him a house on the ocean
That sits right across from his house on the ocean
You know he got money
You know he got Asians, you know he got Haitians
Know he got bunnies (bunnies)
Lon Bon, she rock Chanel
Photoshoots with Dave La Chappelle
You know he be stuntin'
Yeah, he hit her but how the fuck he 'posed to know that's your woman
All he know she thinkin', she chose
You gotta do better when pickin' these hoes
Maybe it seems like we take it too far
But we ain't never had shit
All we know is hustlin' we be on that cash shit
And when we see a bad bitch (when we see a bad bitch)
She be like
You know he got money (you know he got money)
You know he got money (you know he got money)
You know he got money (you know he got money)
Maybe I'm to blame for the opulence I glorify
All the girls I cheated with
All the nights my shorty cried
Lifestyles of the rich and young
Crackers hate a nigga
Jackas make it so you gotta go and get your gun
Where they get them pictures from?
Who taking them photographs?
Paps is peekin' at you
Last year, they ain't even know yo' ass
Niggas run, yo' block is mad, niggas run, yo' city hurt
"Why you ain't put yo' city first?" I had to go and get it first!
Wishin' I could hit reverse
I'd a scooped up Cali Chrissy
He wouldn't be in no hearse
Killed my nephew Rocket over what was in his pocket
So, yeah, he got money but, tell me, what does it profit?
Maybe it seems like we take it too far
But we ain't never had shit (don't lose yourself)
All we know is hustlin' we be on that cash shit
And when we see a bad bitch (turn the lights on)
She be like
You know he got money (you know he got money)
You know he got money (you know he got money)
You know he got money (you know he got money)
You know he got money