VERSE 1:      Boy I got so many ways   Ways to get paid   Wake up everyday   Money to be made   Boppers know my name   Boys know my face   When I pass by,   Bet ya girl wave (hey!)   They feelin' my dougie   Fresh like Dougie   But not Dougie Fresh,   Dougie D, I'm thuggin'   And these boys are broadies   Got this thang on me   This the Chico   Young Problemz Gang homie,   Catch me at the club   Girls show me love   Boys dap me up   Haters mean mug   But I ain't even trippin'   A playa steady pimpin'   I don't need ya girl boy I got so many      CHORUS:      (Boy I got so ma- boy I got so many. (WORK))      Ayy DJ play that girl song   Put that song on   If ya money ain't long   Boy you betta gone   x2      VERSE 2: Mike Jones      Ay boy I got so many ways   Ways to get paid   24 hours   Money to be made   I started off with nothing   Now I'm platinum plaque made   Back then they ain't want me   Now they all up in my face   I ball up in the club   24s and up   Yeah my Bentley big   But girls still rub   They trynna take me home   Wanna be my cuddy buddy   So I got a day and night   Like Kid Cudi   I swear she wanna love me   She wanna fuck me   I can take ya' girl away from you   Boy trust me   But I ain't even trippin'   I said I ain't trippin'   To much money on my mind to worry 'bout women (Boy)      (Boy I got so ma- boy I got so many. (WORK))      Say DJ play that girl song   Put that song on   If ya money ain't long   Boy you betta gone      VERSE 3:      Ayy this the Justo,   I got so many   Ya'll got dimes   But I got twenties   When I hit the club   All the girls say ye-ahh.   Do it one time for the mo ayayya   Justo a fool   Look how I'm stuntin'   Hit the club with a fine suga brown honey         I got so many honeys I got so many guns   I got so many hundreds you got so many ones   I walk up in the club tell a hoe to give me a some   And just because I'm stuntin' all the hoes gimme numbers (huh)   Jump up in the whip the rims got so many inches   I got so many hoes cause they know that I'm the business         Dolla signs on my mind   Got ya dime movin' Ds   Waffa five, extra Gs, taking 9 out the keys   'Ypnotized,   Jewelery gang,   Busta rhyme   I ain't lyin   I'mma shine   I'mma grind   'Till it's time   Suicide   Extra lamb like a gyro   Wrap 'em like a egg roll   Beat up out the taco   Feed 'em to the octos   Fully fully auto   Shawty bout that good plate   Fuck around next they be sleepin with a sting ray   Jump ribbon ribbon figa feeds yas to the lizard   Can chop you up like chicken liver   Chop ya [?] I feed it to ya   Gucci Mane so icy nigga   Don't that sound familiar to ya   Wish ya would fly cause fuck around around with choppas (so icy)      (Boy I got so ma- boy I got so many. (WORK))      Ayy DJ play that girl song   Put that song on   If ya money ain't long   Boy you betta gone         I say I got so many problems,   A bitch ain't one   So many revolvers   So don't play dumb   I got so many dreads momma you could pull work   It's JM if you think I'm broke you're dumb   That means that you're a dummy   So don't say a thang   I got so many homies   Young Problemz Gang      Boy I get so much hate   'Cause I'm doing great   Pocket full of cake   Poppa don't play   Man her lil' weight   It's the boy J   Diamonds in my face   You boys diamonds fake   What's the dame dealie   You boys is silly   Weezy wanna milli   Your problems wanna billi