Verse 1 (MNL$):
Where you wanna go muhfuckah
Where you gonna run muhhfuckah
Where you gonna hide muhhhfuckah
I see you all the time muhhhhfuckah
We on the same grind, not same vibe
You wanna see me, we can FaceTime
You rappers wanna sleep, you can lay down
Why you talking over beats like it’s 8 Mile
I can even go mumble like a brainchild
I don’t wanna cause trouble, I’m an angel
But I’m shitting on chickens like it’s Kung Pao
So what you saying now
Do you really wanna hate now
Do you really wanna say now
You can say it to my face now
Tito Cool in the place now
Kuya Chris hit the weights now
MNL$ put your face down
I bang 63 with the Bawal
I need a 16 for the song now
Instrumental by Z playing so loud
My soul so free make the team proud
Gimme 100,000 with a big crowd
We can keep ‘em on they feet while geek out
I can sip my ice tea while the suns out
Someone bust a freestyle
Verse 2 (Mic Rahman):
Flippin da top oh nah (ey ey)
Ain't tryna force it I'm billin
I'm feelin da vibe oh hah (ha ha)
Imo be steppin real quick wid the fiyah
Like Diego, water on flame oh
What can I say hoe
Willin and able
Mold it like play dough
Turnin' that clay gold
Hook:
I been makin money on da low
If you ain't talkin' money
I gotta go
You ain't got no money, got no load
I got big fat stacks up on my clothes
I been makin' money on da low
I been makin' money on da low
I been makin' money on da low
I been makin' money on da low
Verse 3 (Rjay Ty):
I'm pacing, I'm pacing, I'm pacing
Running back and forth it feel like I'm racing yeah
Been patient, been patient, been patient
Time to drop all of these bombs I've been waiting
You try to read me can't figure my move
I've been warming up now on fire in my groove
You can try ducking and ducking and ducking
But I can still see you you're it you the goose ugh
Can't touch me though you cannot catch me (no)
You judging me you better let me know
No grudges cause I've learned to let it go
No time for distractions no petty hoe (hoe, hoe)
Count that, take that, flip that, run it back, run it back
Get it, spend it, get it, make it stack, make it stack
Verse 4 (Ankthen Brown):
Big fat stacks up on my clothes
Ain't got no time to fuck around wit hoes
Stay sharp on these blocks
Stay on yo toes
Aimin' at the top and on yo soul
Better not fuck with my elements
I'll let it go
Sell a bit, hella lit
I let it go out at da door
Flexin’ I'm rockin this shit you cant buy at da sto’
Whippin’ a brick
I might make a million on da road
Repeat hook
