Verse 1 [Frank Nitt]:
Yeah, n***a, I've been draped up and dripped out
Chicks with they tits out
Smoke a blunt, ---- at Richie Rich house
Car trading with trees blazing
A couple porn stars
Vegas like shining in Paris
Us n***as going far
Late nights and early flights
Us n***as get in sync
No balance and fresh salads
That make your crib stink
Crush shit like a janitor at Weight Watchers
For the haters got a school full of hate lockers
Can't block us, my n***as, running the play action
You better watch it my n***as as slick as Jermaine Jack is
Here 'e come, we gon' put the flares up
And in the morning we deliver
We pushing the mail truck
Before a purpose I got a mama and short legs
There's people starving while others is being forcefed
So I do it with Vigor I hear my n***as say
Fuck it we ain't tryna be famous from this anyway

Hook [Illa J]:
D don't want no fame, nah
We ain't playin no games, yuh
We just tryna get it, get it
Get that money, spend it
I don't need no chain, nah
I'm just tryna pay off
All my bills, and bills and bills