[Verse 1]
D-Money ho
All we do is tell them so

Why we look professional
And you look like a talent show
All we do is bank, royalty forever

Find a bad (*##$, bring her home like a veteran
Make her waffles, with pecans
I'm eating, one free hand

I been said we roll with the illest
Like roaches in the kitchen, go and watch a ^!$$% kill it
I'm a P-I-M-P, why we spelling

Cause there's K-I-Ds around
DeKalb County, where you at
If you with me, holla back

ATL done got them here
Bankhead Row turned Hollowell
Percocet for my kinfolk

My girl look like Miss Info
Y'all been slow, I been told
Y'all Kinkos, copy ho

No I ain't drunk, I just text badly
Running through paper like a pep rally
When I'm in your city better get rowdy

I spit Downy, no %#@! 'bout me
Stone Mountain Georgia, got something for ya
Killing bars, I'm a lawyer

Baby drinking Goya, girl put your shades on
Man I die for my hood, Trayvon


[Hook]
D-Money, get em, get em, get em
D-Money, get em, get em, get em

D-Money, get em, get em, get em
D-Money, get em, get em, get em


[Verse 2]
He talk %#@!, he better not
Rap game, my wet spot

I $#&@ed y'all, you $#&@ed up
Like white girls with dreadlocks
So dread not, I rowboat

These hoes know, no photos
My girl ball like Lobo
Then she blow my Casey

And Jojos, where the $#&@ my money at
In the hood like I'm fixing a Pontiac
On deck with a gang of black Kennedies

Eight goons and they all got felonies
Still getting money like white folks
Still got quotes like Geico

I don't know French, that's "ma faute"
Never not funny like fat jokes
(Like when someone is like, "what happened to Chris?"

And you turn around and there's a fat guy that kind of looks like Chris
And you like, "oh %#@!" and laughing and %#@!)
And I'm back in this (*##$

And I'm black and I'm rich
And I'm cashing it in for some fashion and sin
For some matching with them, yeah

Got a stank ho with me
Driving around and I run the whole city
Everybody know she got tig ol' bitties

But nobody cares like it's J-Cole/Diggy
Jordon Diddy on my stereo
High on shrooms like Mario

Salvia, shamanic drugs
$#&@ my life, they on to us
I'm fly as $#&@


[Hook]


[Verse 3]
$#&@ y'all, I come hard
Like Spongebob, my friends stars

Like Friendster, nobody going to remember you
Whack dudes, they like you
But only for a day or two
They hated you
From now on, like D-Money

Like faze on, I hate on that
Lame song they play on, that play on
I can't take, royalty
On my %#@!, on my dick
I can't wait

Toe to toe, I bang %#@!
Homophobes on gay %#@!
You don't know the hoes I hang with
My bungalow's like Vegas
Had a couple million but I put them in her stomach

She like, "Oh my God, I'm coming"
I kiss her neck and she love it
Yeah we got a safe word, so we never use it
And I'm hiding all these bruises in a shirt I got from Houston
Got her using the acoustics

In my cruiser's new Isuzu
And who knew I'd be on Hulu with two dudes I used to Google
I'm frugal with time, every girl's a dime
When your bank account's mine