All for you
Wow, that one goes crazy
Pierre, crank that bitch
Woah, woah
Ooh, ooh
Lil' shawty, lil' shawty (Ayy, ayy)

Lil' shawty thought she was my main
Told the lil' bitch, you just my side piece
I need four rings, like I'm Audi
I got tats all on my body
Your lil' bitch, she on my right
I got money on my mind
Got designer on my body
I got money on my mind

I got money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, I got
Money, money, money, I got

Skrrt out the lot
No droptop 'cause a nigga too hot
Told that thot, "You not my main, you just a bop"
She give me top 'cause a youngin' so hot
Reason it's hot in here
Yes, bitch, I'm popular
She like to talk too much
Can't fuck with no gossip girl
I got my shooters in here
They got their Glocks in here
Yeah lil' bitch, gettin' money
Only countin' up blue hundreds
Lil' boy, you is a dummy
Lil' boy, you don't get money
I got niggas in the trap still choppin' up them onions

I got money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, I got
Money, money, money, I got

Ayy