[Intro: Chaz Gotti]
Yeah, man
(This beat is so, so Metro)
Haha
Squad, Squad, Squad, Squad

[Chorus: Chaz Gotti]
I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit
I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit
I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit
Hold up (Yeah), hold up (Yeah, haha), yeah (Yeah), yeah
I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit
I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit
I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit
Hold up (Yeah), hold up (Yeah), yeah (Yeah, yeah), yeah, haha

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
I ain't gotta talk about money
Bitch, I look like a check (Uh)
Bossed up, got my own shit, put them big diamonds on my neck (V-V's)
Put two bands on my feet (Turn up)
Foreign cars when I drive (Voom)
Five star when I eat
And I'll never tell like I'm Meech (Squad)
Street n***a like Pootie Tang (You know)
I'm a real n***a with a diamond chain
You a walking lick with a diamond chain (Hahaha)
Shoot more bullets than a gun range (Squad)
BSM the new Wu-Tang (Squad)
Kicking game like Liu Kang
You saving hoes like Bruce Wayne
I'm a rockstar like Sugar Shane
You don't run the streets like you bro's paint (Nah)
I could help your future like propane
Money insane in the membrane, blowing Mary Jane
Bitch with me, it's a hurrichain
Nothing to me, too much jewelry, no worries
I shoot good, I keep racks and I'm far from scary
Waka Flocka, flex
[Chorus: Chaz Gotti]
I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit
I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit
I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit
Hold up (Yeah), hold up (Yeah, haha), yeah (Yeah), yeah
I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit
I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit
I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit
Hold up (Yeah), hold up (Yeah), yeah (Yeah, yeah), yeah, haha

[Verse 2: Chaz Gotti]
I'm still the man in my city
Diamonds dancing like Diddy
My bitch nasty like Kimmy
Pockets big like Biggie
Should've never fucked with Molly
That bitch ain't shit
Got me in the club trippin' like a bitch
Like sloppy jaw, but I'm neat
Like classy bitches that freak
Cars I ride be tinted
Swear I'm so authentic
Take a piss, it's a gold mine, my shit twenty-four karats
Ain't no wings in my jet, no, I can't wear it
I can't wear it, no, I can't wear it
Hundred thousand dollar car, I can't steer it
Love flexin' in the club, why they staring?
Young n***a taking over and we ain't sharing
[Chorus: Chaz Gotti]
I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit
I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit
I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit
Hold up (Yeah), hold up (Yeah, haha), yeah (Yeah), yeah
I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit
I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit
I got money out the ass, that makes me the shit
Hold up (Yeah), hold up (Yeah), yeah (Yeah, yeah), yeah, haha