Woah, suddenly (GET MONEYYYYYYY)), I feel like takin' a PJ
Fly to D.R. on a weekday, eatin' ceviche
With like half of a mili' inside of my briefcase
A couple of freaks play
And they don't speak ingles
But the money is somethin' that they could comprende
And I got bread like I'm Green Day
I come around and their heads turn
Used to like chicks with hair permed
Now I like it-- "natural, actual, factual"
Naps and shyt, bougie, still do ratchet shyt
Not afraid to pass the clip
Before I make the ratchet spit, blaow!