prada denim Chip on my shoulder like I'm fresh outta prison Dollar vision, blow a hundred thou like my wallet missing Then re-up like kid before the d-cup Continuously getting money
M.O.B. style, I need not go no further mayn Why rain on em, when I could form a hurricane nigga [Hook x2] [Sir Daily] Now I'm a young money maker, down
be flyin through the south in that burgundy land Pull up at the light my shit so bright She want my number shit call me tonight Pick up the phone like [Hurricane Chris
me nigga please, you probaly just with some freaks. Now see this just be what I'm talkin bout, I need me a gutta chick, who gon keep it gutta with, Hurricane Chris-agist. Hurricane
I ever say a name it would be Benjamin Frank I got money in the bank, I got money in the back Got some money under the bed Put some money on your head