(Verse)
Hold up, money talk so you know what?
Ain't nothing to talk about, ye ain't got enough

Cuz rock star drugs break a (*##$ heart, no love
Emma Watts, Charlie Sheen, $#&@in with no scrub
^!$$%s want connects, got no plugs

^!$$% say they high, got no buzz
Popsicle ^!$$%s wanna talk %#@! then say you froze up
Young ^!$$%s wanna pop pills, just po up

Went on a bang, Went on a bang
(*##$es came for me and my ^!$$% easy
Threw that (*##$ out, got that ho one way

Said she tryna stay, told that (*##$ no way
That's a preme ^!$$%, B ripper, grim reaper
I don't get mad (*##$, I just get even

T-Raw magician, I don't gotta trick or treat it
That Ferrari California make a (*##$ a believer


(Hook)
Million dollars' worth of cars, all paid out
See you ^!$$%s hatin, had to pull my chains out

Make it rain even when it's rained out
Turn up, bang out
Bang out, bang out

Turn up, b-bang out
Million dollars' worth of cars, all paid out
See you ^!$$%s hatin, had to pull my chains out


(Verse)
Met a (*##$ last night, won't believe it

$#&@ her so hard, (*##$ probably stopped breathing
Killed the #~!!@, in the hotel screamin
Knock knock, going in like the housekeeper

The room, keep it
I $#&@ed now I don't need it
T-Raw !@&( splattered on a (*##$ beaver

Pipe dreamin, $#&@in with a real baller
The (*##$ is a (*##$ so I'm gon call er
Then they act up, call the backup

Don't matter, as if she ever mattered
(*##$ shut up, throw it up, I throw the set up
Tell her sit up, got her face down, (*##$ don't put yo head up

Yea, bitin on er ear
Got a old (*##$, #~!!@ like souvenir
I hop up in it, ^!$$% I ain't never scared

Closet full of straps and the condom right here
What I got?


(Hook)
Million dollars' worth of cars, all paid out
See you ^!$$%s hatin, had to pull my chains out

Make it rain even when it's rained out
Turn up, bang out
Bang out, bang out

Turn up, b-bang out
Million dollars' worth of cars, all paid out
See you ^!$$%s hatin, had to pull my chains out


(Verse)
Beef on the street, to the beach I be rollin

Never see me strollin, 40's I be holdin
Girls in the daisies, drive easy crazy
Rolled up my windows as I turned on my AC

Rollin down French, I don't see the hoes jockin
Sunday nights poppin, see the foes hoppin
My stereo's bumpin that ATL funk

You can call it what you want
Either way the %#@! bump
I'm a evil mother$#&@er ready to tear %#@! up

I'mma put these things on you and never let up
See my mama, she was home when I was born
Bet a ^!$$% like to eat %#@! than never been born

But I ain't going out unless 30 ^!$$%s die
I'm dyin anyway so I'm thinkin suicide
Shut the $#&@ up ^!$$% cuz you ain't seen %#@!

I'm bout to take this blade and straight up rip

A (*##$ is a (*##$
So if I'm poor or rich
I talk in the exact same pitch

Now the title of (*##$ don't apply to all women
But all women have a little (*##$ in em

BANG OUT, BANG OUT, BANG OUT !!!