Lyrics:

Born stunna
(Mmmmaybach Music)
I'm a born stunna
(Mmmmaybach Music)
Huh, born stunna
Money money money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags
Born stunna, born stunna
Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer
Born stunna, born stunna
I put a hundred karats in the Cartier mama
Born stunna, she's a born stunna
Mercedes coup for the missus if she's a born stunna
Born stunna, born stunna
Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin'
B-b-b-born stunna flow
Consistently winning while all you bitches come and go
Oh, you mad hoe? You ain't headline?
You my son, bitch
And it's bed time
I show you bitches how to put together punchlines
It ain't working out
It ain't crunch time
Roll the kush up
It's a chess game
But fuck a push up
Out in Tokyo
They calling me Nicki-san
Everywhere you go they calling you Nicki son
Coops and trucks
Money bags
Scrooge McDuck
Born stunna, born stunna
Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer
Born stunna, born stunna
I put a hundred karats in the Cartier, mama
Born stunna, she's a born stunna
Mercedes coupe for the missus if she's a born stunna
Born stunna, born stunna
Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin'
Money money money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags
Yea, a lot a lot of money bags
The money in the garbage can
Strapped up tight with a hundred bags
Money filthy bitch, we in the money lair
See, we shinin' like the money can
Since the money came, bitch we throw the money fan
Yea, YMCMG
Lotto jacked in the hustle since I hit the streets
2-50 on the new piece
New condo, 20, 000 square feet
Ballin', uptown suicide
Born stuntin', strapped how we livin' fine
Born stunna, born stunna
Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer
Born stunna, born stunna
I put a hundred karats in the Cartier mama
Born stunna, she's a born stunna
Mercedes coup for the missus if she's a born stunna
Born stunna, born stunna
Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin'
Money money money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags
I don't know about these other niggas
But I'm gettin' Trukfit money
And I ain't ever number 2, so you ain't getting shit from me
And you know I'mma ball
So catch me if you can
Blood, I leave a nigga bleeding like that nigga got cramps
I got Molly, I got Mary, got white girl, got Keisha
Used to have Trina but I still got nina
Bitch I'm too cold, I'm too cold
Come put ya neck in my loophole
I'm too hot, I'm soup bowl
My money tall, Manute Bol
I'm high Jupiter, Pluto
But everybody knows I'm from Mars
Bitch ass nigga keep hatin', gone make me catch another gun charge
I'm on that good good, floating like Aladdin
Born stunna, stuntin' like my daddy
Born stunna, born stunna
Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer
Born stunna, born stunna
I put a hundred karats in the Cartier, mama
Born stunna, she's a born stunna
Mercedes coup for the missus if she's a born stunna
Born stunna, born stunna
Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin'
Money money money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags
Money money money bags