Off the Tippy

If it ain't about money, I ain't wit it (nah)
Only thing on my mind is how I'ma get it (get it)
Five, tens, twenties, fifties and them Franklins
Got a stack in my pocket walking into the bank
And then it's back to them packs full of California
Lemme warn ya, you'll be higher than you been before
The shit that I be smoking, no joking, will have you choking
Hoes soakin', I'm strokin' and they provoking me to poke 'em
Like "Daaaamn, where you get that ass from?"
I heard that the birthday suit is the new fashion
I'ma make it splash every time that I smash
Then it's right back to the cash that I'm stashin' (woah)
Back to the mula, got purp in the hookah
But I'm stayin' on my toes, I'm quick when I maneuver
Bring ya bitch 'round me, guaranteed to lose her
I'm like "whoa", she a pro when she blowin' on my tuba (daaamn)
I'm the man in this bitch,
You just tryna do what you can in this bitch
I'm goin' ham in this bitch
I'm countin' bread with some jam in this bitch
I like it toasted, roasted, fresh up out the oven
You say no money's involved,
That's the end of a discussion (keep, keep)
Keep it movin' 'cause I got to get the cash
If I see a bad bish then I got to get the math (brrr)
Euros and them pesos, gimme all that
'Cause I'm tryin' to be riding around in a all black
Mercedez, more trees in my bleez
I keep it OG Kush lately
And the piff in the spliff keep it hella hazy
I'm like less talking and some more pay me (I like that)
Some more walkin', I'll believe it when I see
That green stack of paper right in front of me (yeah)
Yeah I love it, can't get enough of it
Being broke, that's something that won't cut it
Nope, I don't love it, not a god damn bit
What you know about baggin' up a zip?
Now I keep it in a money clip, fuck a wallet
Smokin' on bubonic while I'm bumpin' the chronic
Ayy, I'm high as a comet, but the grind I be on it
Come on and put me to the test, I go above and beyond

Yeah, you heard that right
Nope, you don't need no Q-tips (you heard that right?)
Spadez in this bitch, Spadez in ya mama