[Bianca]

Uh, first lady

Uh huh, No Question

C'mon, c'mon



We gon' have a little Cristall poppin' here

You can see me in the top, be clear, not the Benz baby boy

I'mma go wit the box this year

We ain't gon' take it, we can stop it there

California, pay Rodeo a visit

Cuz if it ain't Hollywood, in a year you'll be kickin'

Get it down, C's spent in the rolls with me

M.F., No Q, I was suppose to be



[No Question]

If you want a five double O, you can get that

If you want ice on your wrist, you can get that

If you want a house and some land, you can get that lady

Let's spend some money, we can do this baby



If you want a mink coat, you can get that

If you want some karats on your ring, you can get that

If you want a house and some land, you can get that lady

Let's spend some money, we can do this baby



Anything mamma, go and get that dough

Don't spend cash, won't call no more

Cats wanna know you but they don't know

You want the fast life and them high priced clothes

Money ain't never been a thing to me

If your woman ain't laced, then she's gonna leave

You're lookin' for a baller then you just found me

Let's hit Rodeo for a shopping spree



[Repeat 1]



I'm looking for a partner who will die for me

In the bedroom, she's a superfreak

On the down low, take a fall for me

Take a long stroke 'till my back gets weak

Ma, I love the way that you play these cats

Poppin' their guns like they built like that

Talk about game and ain't got no rap

Anything you want baby, you can get that



[Repeat 1]



[Bianca]

We need to talk, heard you wanna put some ice on my ear

Baller, huh? Hundred thou' twice in a year

First Chick's the name, you gotta make the white sick

Drop six and I love the way the rock sit

Stay long, I'mma show you how to top flip

I ain't jokin', just floatin' where the chips at

Focus on the crib, clothes, I'mma get that

What it take to make the kitty cat purr

The chrome wheels, lights in six blame fur

Platinum piece in back of every four karats

Stack at least cuz I got a heavy 'dro habit

It's all about the chips, be all about the cash

All about the wrist he ballin' in the Jag

Tipsey, crispy, all up in my glands

Fifty, sixty, all about my man

Fendi, Gucci shot the boss's game



[Repeat 1]



It's all about the cash, it's all about the dough

It's all about the stash, and make a little mo'

It's all about the cash, it's all about the dough

It's all about the stash, and make a little mo'



[Repeat 1 until fade]