$$$ Signs - Juicy J, Lex Luger, Three 6 Mafia

All I see is money

Rubba bands (x4)

All I see is money

Rubba bands (x4)

All I see is money

Rubba bands (x4)

All I see is money

Rubba bands (x4)

Step out da car, rubber bands in my pocket

Rose gold Rolex look like it’s plugged in a socket

All the bad bitches lookin', all the fuck niggas jockin'

People investigatin' I’ll let the streets keep on talkin'

Got a brick in the trunk, you know I gotta get mine

Mama always said, «It'll come in due time»

So I took what she said, flipped dat bitch a few times

Went and got a suburban and a new benz to ride

Then I loaded the sticks, I just wanna survive

A quarter’s going for six, you can get’em for five

The streets gotta demand, therefore I gotta supply

If you want it for cheap, oh man I got a surprise

I need them

If you got money in your pockets, stretch dem bands out

In Magic City, strippers call me Mr. Handout

I drink a lotta Rose, I help the brand out

I drive a Phantom, but don’t make me bring that Lamb out

All these rashes on my dick ‘cause my diamonds glistelin'

Man I get so much money, while you niggas penny pinch

A nigga like me don’t give a fuck about a price

I got a P Diddy swag and a Hugh Hefner life bitch

You can hate me now, but I won’t stop now

I been stayin' fly, way before the Stay Fly

And I be raining them dollars like Mayweather the boxer

And I been winning in Cali way before I won my Oscar

L-Livin in mansions, with all God’s blessings

I’m stackin up much taxes, you stackin up much textin'

A lot of people question my career choices I made

But I wouldn’t change a day, ‘cause every day I get paid