B.O.M

Was it big or harder?
Ooh, whoa, uh

I need bags of money (whoa), I need bags of money (want it, uh)
Bags of money (uh, ay)
Bags of money (huh), I needed bags of money (whoa, uh)
Bags of money (ay), I need bags of money (hold it), yeah

I ain't even in my prime, the way I walk, man, I feel like Suge
I ain't even in a mob, the way I'm deep, got these rappers shook
Constantly in the stu', I practically live here
Ain't dropping one song a year, man, all that corny shit outta here
I'm in love with the smoke, I don't know how to cope
Momma thanking me for growing up, I was doing the most
But I'm the still same, just learnt how to maneuver more low-key
Never felt more naked when I got ratted on, and I spoke to the police, yeah

Charismatic as they come, they must mistook me for a dealer
No accountability for their fuck-up, guess life ain't really fair either
I see no evil, I hear no evil, all I see is people
You abuse your power, you might as well, since we ain't equal
I was mute as a kid, but right now, I got something to say
I'm far from perfect, but I'm above the surface
And I know they ain't forgotten about me
Yeah, peep my stories, they lurking
They went from clowns to the circus (uh)

I see no evil, I hear no evil, all I see is people, yeah, huh
I see no evil, I hear no evil, all I see is people (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bags of money (whoa), bags of money (hold it)
I need bags of money (yeah), bags of money (uh, yeah)
Bags of money, I need bags of money (whoa)
Bags of money (hold it), bags of money (yeah)

I see no evil, I hear no evil, all I see is people (yeah, yeah)