[Intro: Drake]
I really feel like I count faster than a money counter, and that's bad
'Cause a money counter is designed— like it's built to count, but I feel like I count faster than it, man
Hey-hey
Hey-hey
Hey-hey

[Verse: Drake & Lil' Kim]
Ayy, Bal Harbor shopping spree, hop on top of me (Get money)
Do some shit for you for once, you do a lot for me (Get money)
I was fuckin' with the heat, I got a lot on me
Real shit, real shit, real shit, real shit (Real)
Yeah, hop on top of me (Get money)
Do some shit for you for once, you do a lot for me (Get money)
I was fuckin' with the real, I got a lot for me
Real shit, real shit, real shit, real shit, raw
Everything is earned in this life, baby, nothin' given
Heard you cut your bestie off, I know that was a tough decision
Sleepin' in the Pistons locker room, I'm on another mission
Cade Cunningham left his crocs, yeah, I fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fucked you in 'em (Yeah, get money)

[Outro: Lil' Kim]
(Get money)