Mt. Money

Is this the top? Cool
They say we too rich too rich

Ain't holding on to nothing
I've been trained to blow it
Pick your favorite place, I get the plane
We gone
Roll the marijuana right up where my job is
Getting all this money got me living lawless
Popping hella bottles don't care
What it costs us started small time
Now all my diamonds flawless
Fuck you talking bout bitch my new
Watch just changed the game
Rich and all my niggas balling
Call me Major Payne
I just spent some racks on all this fabric
And my stylist it say she got it
Swear to god is just like magic
Cause the store didn't even have it
My flow is supersonic
Bitch I'm floating off that chronic
Champagne, I got lot of it
If it's new then I'm rocking it
Climbing all my money, standing on top of it
New chains I got 2 of those
Lot of haters we through with those
Getting money and getting more

I used to smoking some OG
Used to burn about an OZ
Sold weed that was '03
Now a nigga need 4 keys
Bare arms, no sleeves, in my khaki shorts
No jeans shawn Don in my styrofoam
Motherfuck that codeine
I'm east side, so what
Bitch niggas got no nuts
Y'all BG's, we grown ups
Teach ya how to keep chrome tucked
Ain't a bad bitch that I won't fuck
And if her head good
She might can get her toes up
High socks and some low cuts
Fat spliff I don't roll blunts
You shine while I glow chump (glow chump)
Not a day that I'm sober
On the block and I'm posted
Cork poppin', we toastin'