Lyrics:

Everything real life nigga, roll up maniac
You know, my young niggas really get money, really in the streets
We in here really with the check though

I`ve seen so much heroin last night it got me `noid, oh lord
Ooh, I think my bitch `bout to get spoiled
I`ve seen so much cocaine today it got me `noid, oh lord
Ooh, I think my kids `bout to be spoiled
I done got rich too quick, shorty done ran me up a check
I done got rich too quick, shorty done ran me up a check
I done bought all new shit, switched up all of my whips
I done bought a hundred more sticks, all of this money to go and get, I`m rollin`

Count it out, these niggas hated on me but I`m bossed up
I`m right here with the gang members
Got four foreigns getting washed up
You got to watch the niggas hang with you
You done seen niggas trying to cross Buck
I done bought another Rollie though
VVS`d all my cross up
Lord, they done pissed off Buck
Do your thang, go and get off Buck
Them crackers had you locked up in chains
For a minute we thought we lost Buck
I`ve been right here by them bands, bitch
Should`ve never took me for granted
Later we gon` handle it but them green things just landed

I`ve seen so many pounds of kush it got me `noid, oh lord
Ooh, we `bout to roll it up and blow it
I made so much money today, I thank the Lord, oh lord
Ooh, get what you want, I`m paying for it
I done got rich too quick, shorty done ran me up a check
I done got rich too quick, shorty done ran me up a check
I done bought all new shit, switched up all of my whips
I done bought a hundred more sticks, all of this money to go and get, I`m rollin`

Cutthroat, cutthroat, call me anything but broke
I`ve been laid back in a Maybach, staying way back from my truck load
Nigga weighing up the money
Gotta bring all my change back though
I`m not playing with the money
I plan on staying with the money
You never had your hand on a hundred
Had no idea when it`s coming
Gotta drop everything you doing right then so I don`t plan on nothing
I lock in, run that check up all week and pop xans on Sundays
Pour a four in a Faygo and start listing all my baby mamas
Fuck that, comma after comma
Now I`ve got pounds of marijuana
She don`t want me then I don`t bother
Run up a check and we don`t argue
Go `head, ball on them young nigga
Time for you to get out that Georgia
Gotta run it up right now `cause we ain`t promised tomorrow

I`ve seen so many pints today it got me `noid, oh lord
Ooh, I`m `bout to pop a seal and pour it
I took so many percocets it got me `noid, oh lord
Ooh, there`s nothing that I can`t afford
I done got rich too quick, shorty done ran me up a check
I done got rich too quick, shorty done ran me up a check
I done bought all new shit, switched up all of my whips
I done bought a hundred more sticks, all of this money to go and get, I`m rollin`