Yeah, I got a lot of loot and I ain't lookin' for a lady   And you could never pay me I'm from uptown baby   I wake up in the mornin', take a piss and wash my hands   Take a knee and thank the Man, then get back to the money      You ain't know, I gotta go   Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money   You ain't know, I gotta go   Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money, to the money      N**** I ain't got a money printer   So for this paper chase I'm out runnin' sprinters   Yes, the last two cash money members   Shout out to the new cash money members      Baby and Slim still point guard and center   So much money on my mind it's all I remember   And I just bought a gun with a extender   And that b**** hold me up like suspenders      Cut like a blender sharper than a b****   They got so many *** *** I can make a list   N***** wonder why I stress that I am the best   'Cause even bobble heads tell me yes, ha      Put it on the hood, I'm Hollygrove to death   I'm already good, I'm workin' on my left   A jungle on my wrist, a circus on my neck   Don't forget the baby no, don't forget the F      You ain't know, I gotta go   Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money   You ain't know, I gotta go   Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money      You ain't know, I gotta go   Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money   You ain't know, I gotta go   Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money, to the money      Brush the platinum, grab the straps, homie make it happen   Comin' through my neighborhood with 4's on the caddy   Limo tints out the pound and uptown crackin'   Red bandanna duckin' feds and the money stackin'      Rest in peace to Miss Gladys like everyday   We on the grind for the shine and we gon' get paid   Spent a mill' on the wheels custom with the navi'   Two of the same whips we doin' it big livin' lavish      This is a Scott storch and I'm a hot torch   And gettin' money is my sport   And understand the rap game is my court   So I shall walk and come forth like a rock port      Or some sort of matchin' slippers or yacht shoes   See I don't cruise control I control the cruise   Yes, I gets throat on a boat   And I vow to never fall like soap on a rope and      I got a lot of loot and I ain't lookin' for a lady   And you can never pay me I'm from uptown baby   I wake up in the mornin' take a piss and wash my hands   Take a knee and thank the Man, then get back to the money      You ain't know, I gotta go   Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money   You ain't know, I gotta go   Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money      You ain't know, I gotta go   Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money   You ain't know, I gotta go   Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money, to the money      Fresh with the hustle so we bounce back on them suckers   Blowin' big, doin' gigs, got it ran in hundreds   They reppin', layin' here we stuntin'   On the grind all the time homie gettin' money      3rd Ward soldier, 13th gangsta   17th hustler known top ranker   Money go getter, them clowns can't figure   Poppin' at the mouth like this cutter won't split 'em      Know how to survive hustlin' stayin' fly   My whole hood cried when my lil' brother died   Know I had to ride, never let it slide   It's just the G in me and I'ma get it 'til I die daddy      You ain't know, I gotta go   Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money   You ain't know, I gotta go   Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money      You ain't know, I gotta go   Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money   You ain't know, I gotta go   Oh, where you goin'? I gotta get back to the money, to the money