[Intro]
Aye Self
Ill Will

We bout to do what we do best, right?
Take it to the mother$#&@in booty club
Mr. Porter

Turn up!

[Hook x2]

Prolly up in follies on the molly on the Sunday
Stack them hoes up in the pile like dirty laundry
All this ice on me, you would think it was for Jeezy

Throwin up the money got the (*##$es going crazy

[Verse 1]

I like (*##$es in my ear but I want a (*##$ feel the cree
I been blowin this money just like it was growing on a tree
I done been to the bank, every day of this week

And I've stuntin so hard they start investigating game me
I was smashin but she told me take it deeper
All this ice, $#&@ around and caught the fever

Molly bad $$# (*##$, she a diva
Had to kick her to the curb 'cus I don't need her
All the hunnreds got a ^!$$% goin crazy

I was spending it crazy
Go for that, spending one night, one night
On the molly


[Verse 2]
Follies on the molly but the party went to team

I let her sip the bottom now she tryna sip my lean
Throwin up the money got the (*##$es going nuts
Get me trap phone, tell the ho to stay in touch

Layin with cake, flippin throwin cracks
Honey I own you and think it was the guys
Had em up against me and look at how I glisten

^!$$% this a movie, tell yo ho to pay attention
Soon it's fallin off on my new Balenciagas
Swimming in the cash but I brought my Louie bucks

I threw up cardinal plus a pair of red bottoms
Turn up with my wall like it ain't no tomorrow (go cray)


[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]

Probably up in follies, off that molly going crazy
All these (*##$es wanna $#&@ a fly ^!$$% so I hope that ain't your lady
All this ice on, you would think it was for Jeezy

Pulled up in a hot tub, stuntin in a brand new blue Mercedes
I drop molly in the bottle with a champagne
All these hoes $#&@in with the campaign

Got hoes round the world, every city I'm at
I could pull a ^!$$% (*##$ like a hamstring
My ^!$$% getting money they choosin

Girls start shakin they booty
^!$$%s start throwin that money
Now everybody up in here losin

Got black girl, white girl, chinese girl, Spanish girl
Everybody up in my section
And the bottle just came, I'm about the Rick James

All a ^!$$% really need is a blessing
Cutting up that one stone,
Pants saggy, my belt's showin

Let the stu, it's 1 in the morning
It's Sunday night, I know where I'm goin to mack


[Verse 4]
I got them VVS's in, baby you mad losin
Probably up in Follies with Jeezy and Cam Newton

Shorty up the pole but you know she on the way down
Man this (*##$ a club, we bout to turn into a playground
Money in my section, flyin every direction

We throwin hella ones while you ^!$$%s sit and textin
I call my ^!$$% Kurt Cobain, he's from Houston, Texas
Might call my ^!$$% Dough, this how we do it in professions

I get real cash, yall get pennies
Yall get no dough, I get plenty
I spend ten bands, all in thirty-five minutes
They ask me why I did it, hell nah with a Atlantics (*##$


[Hook x2]