(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 bitch heart, no love
 Emma Watts, Charlie Sheen, fuckin with no scrub
 Niggas want connects, got no plugs
 Nigga say they high, got no buzz
 Popsicle niggas wanna talk shit then say you froze up
 Young niggas wanna pop pills, just po up
 Went on a bang, Went on a bang
 Bitches came for me and my nigga easy
 Threw that bitch out, got that hoe one way
 Said she tryna stay, told that bitch no way
 That's a preme nigga, B ripper, grim reaper
 I don't get mad bitch, I just get even
 T-Raw magician, I don't gotta trick or treat it
 That Ferrari California make a bitch a believer
(Hook)
 Million dollars' worth of cars, all paid out
 See you niggas 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 niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out
(Verse)
 Met a bitch last night, won't believe it
 Fuck her so hard, bitch probably stopped breathing
 Killed the pussy, in the hotel screamin
 Knock knock, going in like the housekeeper
 The room, keep it
 I fucked now I don't need it
 T-Raw semen splattered on a bitch beaver
 Pipe dreamin, fuckin with a real baller
 The bitch is a bitch so I'm gon call er
 Then they act up, call the backup
 Don't matter, as if she ever mattered
 Bitch shut up, throw it up, I throw the set up
 Tell her sit up, got her face down, bitch don't put yo head up
 Yea, bitin on er ear
 Got a old bitch, pussy like souvenir
 I hop up in it, nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 shit bump
 I'm a evil motherfucker ready to tear shit up
 I'mma put these things on you and never let up
 See my mama, she was home when I was born
 Bet a nigga like to eat shit than never been born
 But I ain't going out unless 30 niggas die
 I'm dyin anyway so I'm thinkin suicide
 Shut the fuck up nigga cuz you ain't seen shit
 I'm bout to take this blade and straight up rip
A bitch is a bitch
 So if I'm poor or rich
 I talk in the exact same pitch
 Now the title of bitch don't apply to all women
 But all women have a little bitch in em