Lyrics:

Can't nothin’ beat the failure but a try
Well I'm trying to get me some money
Bitch want to fuck and lay up all night
Well I'm trying to get me some money
I can't wait to stay down 'til I get right
I'm trying to get me some mone-ey
Send the pack state-to-state
Whatever flavor you like
‘Long as you sending your money

I just want the money baby, I just want the money
I just want the money baby, I just want the money
I just want the money baby, I just want the money
I just want the money baby, I just want the money

Run it up then I fuck on any bitch that I like
All she wanted was two hunnid
Bricks in the fender, bags in the trunk of the Honda
That bitch ass goin' chasin’ that money
No, I'm not new to this money
I'm so consistent with thumbin’
Trap that bitch spot out, before she get a single buck
That O.J. Mayo, like I play for the Bucks
I slam dunk it, from the A to the Gump
Shawty came in, wit’ a ‘criss-cross’ stamp
Hit with the beater, watch it come back
You ain't seen a nigga face in the trap in a while
Must've thought I fucked up? Ain’t coming back? (Who?)
I’ll send my shooters come in back-to-back
That's just because of my social status
Bitch mad, ‘cause a nigga trap all night
Ain't got the time to help wit’ the groceries, baby
They pull up to the trap like vultures
Longway consistent in motion
Watching the pack just scatter like roaches
The spot on Beta, beat it down, got ghost
I just want the money baby, I just want the money
I just want the money baby, I just want the money

Can't nothin’ beat the failure but a try
Well I'm trying to get me some money
Bitch want to fuck and lay up all night
Well I'm trying to get me some money
I can't wait to stay down 'til I get right
I'm trying to get me some mone-ey
Send the pack state-to-state
Whatever flavor you like
‘Long as you sending your money

I just want the money baby, I just want the money
I just want the money baby, I just want the money
I just want the money baby, I just want the money
I just want the money baby, I just want the money

I’m trying to see the Pyrex hit the fire
Houston the ‘baby’ to 1-25
I hit the block like Omar on ‘The Wire’
A pump in my trench coat, just for the disguise
I go for the gusto, chasin’ the blue Benjamin’s
I might go ‘Longway Road Runner’, with pies
Pull up like Truman in the trunk for the buck
I’m just gone fuck that bitch, I ain’t gone lay up
‘I just want the money baby’
And the bitch know I ain’t gone go back and forth
Turn that hoe spot to the ‘trap house resort’
Put 2-3 ounces in them baby Pull-Ups
When I answer my phone, all I yell is, “pull up!”
I got pounds of OG I can’t wait to zip up
Learned from the OG’s, go go get at them bucks
Momma told me “don’t you never give up!”
I hit the street, got no sleep, give no fucks
I just want to see my shoe boxes fill up (cash)
‘I just want the money baby’
No codefendant, don’t fuck with niggas that ain’t handling his business
The convo’ ‘bout money when we eat at Benni’s
Ain’t got time to go ‘big’ in front of no bitches
I overnight it, everytime I send it
Get the pack and trap it out the trenches

You know what I mean
When I picked the name DJ Drama
Its like a gift and a curse
Even when I don't be looking for it or asking for it
The drama always comes and finds me
I done had the fame
I done had the ups I done had the downs
Success is good, but after ten years strong nigga just cut me the check
I got my feet kicked up, I just want the money

Can't nothin’ beat the failure but a try
Well I'm trying to get me some money
Bitch want to fuck and lay up all night
Well I'm trying to get me some money
I can't wait to stay down 'til I get right
I'm trying to get me some mone-ey
Send the pack state-to-state
Whatever flavor you like
‘Long as you sending your money

I just want the money baby, I just want the money
I just want the money baby, I just want the money
I just want the money baby, I just want the money
I just want the money baby, I just want the money