[Intro: Da Real Gee Money]
You know what it is
Da Real Gee Money, you know what the business is
What's happenin' G? don

[Chorus: Jay Lewis]
Look, all a n***a blow is gas, I be smokin' like a train
Booka money in my pockets, you know I can make it rain
I'm stackin' nothin' but the blues, run it up 'til it can't fold
All a n***a chase is bags, ain't too focused on no hoes
Why you hatin'? bitch you need to get your money up
Why you hatin'? bitch you need to get your money up
Why you hatin'? bitch you need to get your money up
Why you hatin'? bitch you need to get your money up

[Verse 1: Da Real Gee Money]
Blowin' gas, drivin' fast, fuck the laws, they on my ass
All that flexin' for that 'Gram make me jack you out your bags
Fuck a bitch, I'm tryna get rich
Talkin' reckless like you raw, watch I dive in your shit
Run it up by any means, I gotta get green
On the scene with my team, from the purp on that lean
Clip clip on the Glock, finna cop me a beam
Pussy pussy super clean and I love when she scream
TBG, Gorilla Gang, come jump on this train
Chasin' paper, fuck a hater, you can keep the fame
You ain't gotta stack up blues or stay in your lane
Tabs got me feelin' smooth, I'm fly as a plane
Vibin' in my zone, fuck her, make her moan
Shout out to the Bangman, we just got off the phone
Jay Lewis hit me up with some shit to put me on
Fuck with that, I'm bustin', no discussion, right or wrong
[Chorus: Jay Lewis]
Look, all a n***a blow is gas, I be smokin' like a train
Booka money in my pockets, you know I can make it rain
I'm stackin' nothin' but the blues, run it up 'til it can't fold
All a n***a chase is bags, ain't too focused on no hoes
Why you hatin'? bitch you need to get your money up
Why you hatin'? bitch you need to get your money up
Why you hatin'? bitch you need to get your money up
Why you hatin'? bitch you need to get your money up

[Verse 2: Jay Lewis]
I done worked hard for this, I went and got a bag
And now these n***as hate me 'cause I got a lot of cash
Stack it up to the ceiling, really ballin', it's so up with me
Who the fuck put that in your head that you could fuck with me?
Me and Gee Money, we some bosses, straight winnin', no taking losses
Me and Fresh in the mall, we ballin', fuck what the cost is
She just want me 'cause I got a bag
If I give her a lil hundred she might let me smash, smack her on her ass
Swerve in the coupe, I'm with Big Goose, boy he'll punish you
You ain't my equal, we ain't people, I ain't one of you
I know this a whole 'nother song, but dude you still wrong
Fuckin' 'round with them kids, just leave them lil children alone
Put that money before the fame, smokin' and switching lanes
I'll beat you and your bitch up, that dumb shit be on my brain
Yeah a n***a tryna change but I can't though
Watch how you close my door, don't be fuckin' up my paint ho, it's don
[Chorus: Jay Lewis]
Look, all a n***a blow is gas, I be smokin' like a train
Booka money in my pockets, you know I can make it rain
I'm stackin' nothin' but the blues, run it up 'til it can't fold
All a n***a chase is bags, ain't too focused on no hoes
Why you hatin'? bitch you need to get your money up
Why you hatin'? bitch you need to get your money up
Why you hatin'? bitch you need to get your money up
Why you hatin'? bitch you need to get your money up