Lyrics
Houston, we have a problem
Damn shorty, you talk too much
Lost for words
Bentley coupe serving, tell me what's the word
Everything you did, I did that
Gotta get rich, I admit that
Shawty so thick, gotta hit that
Shooters on point, that's a head tap
Gotta get money, I love that
Gotta get money, I love that
Gotta get money, I love that
Gotta get money, I love that
Gotta get money, I love that
Gotta get money, I love that
I'm on the move like a U-Haul
Diamonds they dancing, moonwalking
I'm on my third strike, gotta play ball
I don't care about none of these niggas
Gotta run it up, count these figures
I've always been that nigga
I was riding around with thirty bands with a bad bitch on my right
I was plotting on a hundred bands, I was trying to get right
I took a couple losses, but I'ma get it right
I get to it
I get to it
I get to it
I get to it
Damn shorty, you talk too much
Lost for words
Bentley coupe serving, tell me what's the word
Everything you did, I did that
Gotta get rich, I admit that
Shawty so thick, gotta hit that
Shooters on point, that's a head tap
Gotta get money, I love that
Gotta get money, I love that
Gotta get money, I love that
Gotta get money, I love that
Gotta get money, I love that
Gotta get money, I love that