lotta ca$h

I might put some snow on my wrist

Bitch I'm below zero, I'm too cold with this shit

Had to get my bread up, put some dough in the mix

She tell me pull up on her, shawty bold as a bitch

I can't even lie, it's a lotta cash in this shit

I feel like a kid in a candy shop

Pull up masked up, looking like I might run you for all you got

I got me a full plate, all this money piled on

Ain't gotta ask, I know she high as soon as the panties drop

I'm with the shit like Ron Artest

I only want the top shelf, bitch I want the best

It's funny how the phone keep ringing when these checks came in