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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

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]

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

[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

You gon' need a 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

Fashion on exotic, pistol on regardless

Bitches look like Barbie

Ricky Bobby on my trolly

[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!

• Artist:DJ Khaled
• Album:Grateful