[Mally Mall]
Hundred racks – all hundreds
Anything less – small money
Money so long got a tag on it
Anything I want, drop bands on it

Bands on it – bands, bands on it
Bands on it – bands, bands on it
Bands on it – bands, bands on it
Drop bands on it…

[Wiz Khalifa]
I’m stickin’ to the plan
Got a bottle in my hand
I wrote this off a dab
So drunk I need a cab
And I came in the Porsche
Gettin’ brain like a dork
Good weed in my lungs
The way I hit it got her sprung
Fuck around and go broke in the club
They ain’t nothin’ like us
What you heard ? This the raw, not a blunt
Bitch, roll some up

If I ain’t gettin’ high then I’m probably workin’
Spit the shit that got Miley Cyrus twerkin’
I go hammer with the grammar
To spend this many racks, you need stamina

[Mally Mall]
Hundred racks – all hundreds
Anything less – small money
Money so long got a tag on it
Anything I want, drop bands on it
Bands on it – bands, bands on it
Bands on it – bands, bands on it
Bands on it – bands, bands on it
Drop bands on it…

[Tyga]
New chain hundred grand on it

Bitch ass so fat just layin’ on it
Just bought a drop-top, get a tan on it
All these bitches on my dick, put your hands on it
Hot pussy, put a fan on it
I go old LA, just Ram on it
Ram on it – bands on it…
Clap-clap, mothfuckin’ backhand on it
That Peter pecker pipe ‘em, T-RAWW knife ‘em
End they life and fuck your life up
Turn up in the nightclub
Nice one, pop one in this bitch
Drum and bass, molly on her tongue

[Mally Mall]
Hundred racks – all hundreds
Anything less – small money
Money so long got a tag on it

Anything I want, drop bands on it
Bands on it – bands, bands on it
Bands on it – bands, bands on it
Bands on it – bands, bands on it
Drop bands on it…

[Fresh]
Fresh, pull up in that new Rolls four-door
Federalis taking photos
Got the plug from the cholos
Buy two, he front me four more
I’m a fly boy on my high horse like Polo
Need a fly girl with fat ass like J-Lo
Hey hoe, I stay on my grizzly, no mayo
Got them killers on the payroll
Like a kid, I’m spendin’ Playdoh
Collar pop like the Fonz
My top go back like Larbon

Your girls head is the bomb
She gave my dick a massage
Nigga can’t get it unless it’s six digits
And your pockets shorter than 6 midgets
All this ice in my gold keep my neck drippin’
If it get iggy, try and stick me, meet the murder busness
This money got me lookin’ hansome
Roll the weed so I can smoke
50 models in my section
100 bottles of that rose, everything on me

[Mally Mall]
Hundred racks – all hundreds
Anything less – small money
Money so long got a tag on it
Anything I want, drop bands on it
Bands on it – bands, bands on it

Bands on it – bands, bands on it
Bands on it – bands, bands on it
Drop bands on it…