I have a father forgive us for we have sinned but I just gotta Get money! Ay, come on, get out Ay, get out Ay, get out We back! Let's go Too many man, he keeps on calling me Let's go Niggas hit a K, I'm in the 7 when the motor break First nigga in the hood to ride around with polo pink Real so big that you can sit him on the off the tape Bitch, I'm worth a couple million, you niggas still piggy bank Ridin' in my old school and sittin' only 32 Somebody please tell me how the *** am I supposed to lose Headed to the Super Bowl with Twitter, you a big ho Spent 30 grand at the Gucci store in Mexico Christian all the same shoes, the freshest in the universe On the day they bury me, I want some thirties on my wrist Haters try to make it worse, told the Lord to carry me Born in Alabama, so that's just where they gon' bury me Women see the diamonds on my neck and get infatuated Niggas try to cop on me, but bitch, I can't be regretted Bone of the century, women try to piss on me MVP, they envy me, millionaires tour the streets Let's go The money money keeps on callin' me So I get up, oh, oh, oh, oh So I get up, oh, oh, oh, oh To the top of the world The money money keeps on callin' me So I get up, oh, oh, oh, oh So I get up, oh, oh, oh, oh Made it to the top and now them haters wanna finish me *** you niggas dissin' me, witness me make history Remember all them nights I used to have them Bentley coupes dreamin' Stickin' to this ball and spendin' thousands on some blue jeans Ridin' in my cutlass coupe, eatin' chicken noodle soup Ten million dollars make a ugly mother***er cute Just caught that ball of tightest *** and it's contagious The prices that I'm payin' for these bitches outrageous Two ounces of that cold bean, but I still contaminate it Doin' some unserved that I need to be exterminated Listened to my first album, told you let's go get this paper What did I tell you when I said I'm bigger than the mayor God, the only one I fear, wear my trophy, bring it here Do this for my brother and my uncle, do it 20 years Can't nobody take my spot in my Maserati truck Can't stop, we at it to the top, so let the bombs pop, nigga The money money keeps on callin' me So I get up, oh, oh, oh, oh So I get up, oh, oh, oh, oh To the top of the world The money money keeps on callin' me So I get up, oh, oh, oh, oh So I get up, oh, oh, oh, oh So I get up, oh, oh, oh, oh What's up, JP? Fake work, Young J Hit-Boy and Chase Keri Hilson And this just a preview Rich Boy album comin' soon I said Rich Boy album comin' soon, nigga This light's out Where we goin'? The money money keeps on callin' me So I get up, oh, oh, oh, oh So I get up, oh, oh, oh, oh Good night