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[Intro: Future & DJ Khaled] Hide the money and ran outta room, yeah I tried to hide the money and ran outta room I tried to hide the money and ran outta room I tried to hide the money and ran outta room DJ Khaled!
[Chorus: Future] Money on your head, you might get hit up today You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater I, got my hand flooded, I, bought the whole projects I, got my hood stuntin’, this whatever I, charged the whole 30, I, got my niggas workin’ I, got my bitches down for whatever (I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever! (I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!
[Verse 1: Young Thug] (Geek!) Pay up like I’ve been runnin’ it up forever I ran that shit up through the roof Young nigga ran that shit up for his mother Buy her everything and I got proof Up, designer fit, ain’t known to buy it (facts) And I done whipped every tire With the brake pad, “Mello Yello”, catch up Ring me up like your pop-pop, whatever you need to I skeet then skeet off in a new coupe, keep up! That V-12 ’bout to heat up, grab your seatbelt, your seatbelt The color of my boxers, yeah I’m Tommy’d up Got the Tommy tucked, ayy I, toss that shit up like a spray, watch it spill on the clothes I, soak that shit up when they told me “Don’t matter, boss won” I, suspended these bitches and I subpoenaed these niggas To see who was real I, supported my bank account and I wouldn’t tell you the account
[Chorus: Future] Money on your head, you might get hit up today You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater I, got my hand flooded, I, bought the whole projects I, got my hood stuntin’, this whatever I, charged the whole 30, I, got my niggas workin’ I, got my bitches down for whatever (I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever! (I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!
[Verse 2: Rick Ross] M-M-Maybach Music DIamonds all on my fingers, misses still miscellaneous Left the ski-mask in the ‘Rari, residencies out in Vegas Smoking like Calvin Broadus, blueberry with the big homie Idols becoming rivals, down to die for my survival Fell in love with the money, she at the spot every Sunday Loyalty’s what I lust, how I measure my woman Minimize my mistakes, love every tat on my face DJ Khaled my blood, got several M’s in my safe (Huh) M-M-M
[Chorus: Future] Money on your head, you might get hit up today You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater I, got my hand flooded, I, bought the whole projects I, got my hood stuntin’, this whatever I, charged the whole 30, I, got my niggas workin’ I, got my bitches down for whatever (I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever! (I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz] 2 Chainz Watch me break down bales, residue on scales Yeah, I had the girls sick, man I cure like nails Competition might fail, repetition might sell Dirty kitchen, dirty dishes, dirty bitches, oh well Foreign whip rider, lobster on my rider, uh You can get the platter, uh, I put my money up (Up) You gon’ need a ladder (ladder), work, no acrobatics Work, no calisthenics, my dick be acting stingy My check be acting boujee, my car got all the groupies I bought a new Rolex now my old Rolex tryna sue me (Yeah) Fashion on exotic (exotic), pistol on regardless (Regardless) Bitches look like Barbie, Ricky Bobby on my trolly (Yahh)
[Bridge: Future] Tryna set a bando on fire I’m just tryna get you so higher Money coming in, we get flyer You must be tryna wife her like Tiger
[Chorus: Future] Money on your head, you might get hit up today You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater I, got my hand flooded, I, bought the whole projects I, got my hood stuntin’, this whatever I, charged the whole 30, I, got my niggas workin’ I, got my bitches down for whatever (I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever! (I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!
