Lyrics:

[Hook]
Bring the liquor and the drugs nigga
Tell money Im in love with em
Tryina get it like 12 ways
Gotta get this money everyday
For my mama and my brother then
For my niggas know I got them
We in the building nigga know its going down
Down, down, down, down

Saying god damn homie, I am at it again
Paranoid all this money keep a stick in the bands
Living wrong I just hope the lord washing my sins
From the city where them niggas die in front of they kids
Its cut throat and murda murda all that they know
Got some homies doing time tell em all for the coke
Got no love for the dough, infatuated with dope
That money coming too fast, thats when they hate you the most
The pretty bitches to love, so they fuckin me good
Crib 1.2, I made it out of the hood
I got my wrist on chill, talking ...to 5
Never one with the snitch, you got correctional tides, its real

[Hook]
Bring the liquor and the drugs nigga
Tell money Im in love with em
Tryina get it like 12 ways
Gotta get this money everyday
For my mama and my brother then
For my niggas know I got them
We in the building nigga know its going down
Down, down, down, down

I say got money and power, got the fields to the cowards
Getting head in the rose, I aint speaking of flowers
Bitch I stunt for a living, talking travis pastrana
Got a white panamera, I nicknamed her Madonna
Neck covered in gold, check full of them Os
Click full of them zouls, dont want no problem or no
Im up in nyc, home of big
I sun past through the club, dont need to see id
Hey Im that boy from the bottom
Got a house from ... have a taste for the money
I want the whole enchilada
Come and fuck with the real, every bone to peel
Every whip is a foreign, European and schill

[Hook]
Bring the liquor and the drugs nigga
Tell money Im in love with em
Tryina get it like 12 ways
Gotta get this money everyday
For my mama and my brother then
For my niggas know I got them
We in the building nigga know its going down
Down, down, down, down.