Intro 
Christo 
Man, almost that shit I said, don't let me do that shit again 
Trap 
Real trap nigga comin' through your speakers, you hear me 

Verse 1: Hardo 
It's 'bout money, nigga, say less 
Choppers that spray vest, killers that stay fresh 
My shoes from Saks Fifth, them bricks, I pay less 
My hoes got access, I'm from those spots, where's bro action 
Break work infractions, I gotta get it, no relaxin' 
Listen, I get it details, got pills, no D12 
I send the Gs mail, some hit the e-mail, got coke on presale 
Wait seen the plug at, I stretch the female, then sell for retail 
A nigga really got them truckloads, ain't got no CLs 
But got a CLS, yes, but got them VVS, yes (That's right) 
But Hell no, I ain't impressed 
I just like the baguettes, I just like the Ralex 
I just like to upset all these niggas that's hatin' 
Drive by on their set 
I count with calluses, I'm sick, dialysis 
Ain't with the coward shit, I got the Fowlers, bitch 
I get a flower, shit 
I'm havin' power trips, I'm up like towers, bitch 
My drip need towels for this 
I put in miles for this, the beat got cows for this 
That's all from [?] shit, on bad money niggas 
I guess they counterfeit, listen 
I keep that mask on me nigga, that's my counterfeit 
Pull up in that Challenger 'bout challengers, that's my analysis 
Hold up, I'm flickin' ashes in the ashtray 
And I asked 'em where Ash lay, y'all ain't call since the last day 
Now she sendin' sad face, gettin' money the fast way 
Grindin' hard to the last day, I run it up like its leg day, nigga 

Chorus: JID
Yeah, alright
Gimme all that cash, nigga, hurry up and buy
Put it in the bags, bricks fallin' out the sky
I can make that money fly, that's a bird
Cock a nine, if you heard you can't die, you concur (Uh, ah, shit, yeah)
Gimme all that cash, nigga, hurry up and buy
Put it in the bag, this shit fallin' out the sky
I can make that money fly, that's a bird
Cock a nine, if you heard you can't die, you concur

Verse 2: JID
Okay, comin' for the cheddar 'til I'm dead or I get a war wound
Weather the storm, get an umbrella 'cause it's rainin'
Pussy cats and dog food, and the catch is comin' for y'all foods
Accelerate, hit the RT, R2-D2
School of you niggas, the one, two, plus you is Three Stooges
Word to my mucus, I spill juices
'Bout to cop a noose 'cause I'm already strange fruit, and
If my diamonds is twinklin' then they think I ain't dangerous
Hangman, hangin' there, bang, bang, bangin' that thing, thing
'Til my wrist sprained, maintain, ring janglin', janglin'
When I swing the thing she like "Danke schön"
Pen pad pen all the pain, rap game daddy-daughter day
And the real niggas all goin' away 'til I came in with the party favors
All the flavors, modern day, super gamma with the ultra rays
New Atlanta for you monkey niggas, got two banana clips, fuck a fade
Don't tempt me, gassed up
But I run empty with the five wired and the .45 on three wires, man

Chorus: JID
Yeah, alright
Gimme all that cash, nigga, hurry up and buy
Put it in the bags, bricks falln' out the sky
I can make that money fly, that's a bird
Cock a nine, if you heard you can't die, you concur