You already know, bitch we gettin money
A hundred on the Ro(lex), bitch my time is money
And I'm blowin' all my dough around the globe
So you know I'm coming
I'm blowin' all my dough around
So you know I run it

Started as a youngin', counting dollar bills
That Obama black Ac, power wheels
And now it feels good to drove around
As I sip this henny slow bumpin Georgia Brown
I'm looking like, I'm feelin like
I'm looking like, I'm smellin like money bitch
Call me Scrooge McDuck while I swim in money pits
Watching your girl get low like your money gets
Them Track Eater boys, we worldwide
While you niggas at the bus stop, curb side
Flights to Dubai, puffin' on that la
And I only do Jets when I'm in NY
LA to Spain, London to Rome
Don't own a house phone cause I'm never home
Plus I got so many stamps up in my passport
That Immigration officers never ask for it

You already know, bitch we gettin money
A hundred on the Ro(lex), bitch my time is money
And I'm blowin' all my dough around the globe
So you know I'm coming
I'm blowin' all my dough around
So you know I run it

Hop out the Ferrari coupe, like Howdy Do?
Real recognize real, who the fuck are you?
Bitches always used to front, now they call me boo
I let your girlfriend smoke, now she over you
I mean we blowin' trees, super high
Yo call the priest, I'm super fly
It's do or die, I gotta win
Superman cape tucked right under my cardigan
Bitch, I'm getting bucks like a rodeo
Parmesan in Italy, blowin yen in Tokyo
My Spanish mamacita goin loco when I meet her
So I treat her like I need her and hit it like I'm Jeter
Uh, yeah big chains, hella checks
Worldwide, I'm talking hella jets
Bitch I be sipping on Patron while the clouds roll
You know I'm all about my paper like the Dow Jones, right?

You already know, bitch we gettin money
A hundred on the Ro(lex), bitch my time is money
And I'm blowin' all my dough around the globe
So you know I'm coming
I'm blowin' all my dough around
So you know I run it

I be counting money, u see these paper cuts
Red eye from Vegas, u just be wakin up
I be on my grind, no sleep for days
My eyes super low but that could be the haze
Good trees and pretty women
Think I'm Charlie Sheen cause I be winning
And you be losing, while I be cruising
And laughing at you clowns, y'all are so amusing
You local heads, can keep that local bread
Did a show in Abu Dhabi, made a loaf of bread
I'm so ahead, ain't no catching me
Got a bad shorty with me from the West Indies
Trinidad to Indonesia
You claim you everywhere, how come I never see ya?
My jet stay on the go, you probably seen it
But I ain't gotta let y'all know, Mic go and sing it

You already know, bitch we gettin money
A hundred on the Ro(lex), bitch my time is money
And I'm blowin' all my dough around the globe
So you know I'm coming
I'm blowin' all my dough around
So you know I run it