For My Money Ya! 

I wanna whip it up, whip it up fast 
I wanne whip it up! 

Tight grip, wanna whip it up 

Alright, alright, alright 
Gata came for big piles of pennies 
Oh my God, may they come in plenty 
So Gimme that kaching ching 
I want all the bling bling 
Man, I put Gold in my lines 
Need a bookie 
Bet you got a bitch but she be slidin' for nookie 
She like the way I make her cookie crumble 
And no, I ain't humble 
Gata be that rythmitic rumble in your jungle 
The reason why you stumblin, strugglin 
All i'm feeling is the money coming in 
Through the mics I'm killing 
Hustle for the honey 
Wouldn't hustle for no honey 
When I hustle for my money 
There's only 
Me, myself and my family 
I'm tryna make pay through a melody 
The perfect remedy for me 
Would probably be 
The money money money 

Tight grip, wanna whip it up 
I wanna toss this money like it's seasoning 
Tight grip, wanna whip it up 

I'm just out here to get it done 
I be looking at these fools 
Only try to grow their funds 
They forget about the style 
Man, they got it all wrong 
All I hear is the same song 
And the same tune 
With some autotune 
Preaching like they on shroomz