Lyrics
Fat pockets wrist watches gold lockets
Lots of profit Drippin like faucet
Flossin flaunting
what his jewlery box got
Thinking ‘bout his gwap
As he walks around the block
You want it he got it you
Dripping like water water
want it he got it
Dripping like water water
Popping collars straight bossin
living life flossing
Got the girls jockin
stop it
knock it rock it re-up cop it
watch what you got
get Robbed like South Stockton
oh my God no Laws you be cautious
got strap Take the safety off and cock it
Doors gotta lock ‘em all about his profit
Decked out all black
better use some logic
Making money has never been a problem
Got something wrong, Baby, he can solve it
He's got money in his hands,
wrapped in rubber bands,
cash and auto mags
counting 100 grand
After all that
doubled it up
did it again he ain't going back
Hustler outlaw kid
when it comes to women
he's taking his pic
When it comes to Vegas
he's stacking those chips
Getting rich getting money
like he supposed to do
so when he says he's getting money,
you know that's true
money stacking from the get
Doing life legit
Never in a pinch
Girls wanna have his kids
He got taste
money well spent
catch him in a club
never Getting bent
Outlaw
don't make him touch ya
he’ll make you wonder
How the hell It went
from summer to winter
A man with the master plan
Getting cash in advance on that hustler plan
You understand what he's saying
It's verbally illustrated
Perfectly painted picture
all the cash he's making
You're moving weight
Not what he’s weighing
You're making money
Not what he's making
Written by Matt G and Mia Vee (instrumental by Wiily Brewer at Black Dove Studios)
Performed, recorded, and produced by Mia Vee
March 2026