Intro 
Whole lotta money, whole lotta money 
I gotta whole lotta money, whole lotta money 
I gotta whole?lotta?money, whole lotta?money 
I gotta whole lotta money, you?can't hold nothin' from me 
I gotta whole lotta money, I gotta whole lotta money 
I gotta whole lotta money, I gotta whole lotta money 
I gotta whole lotta money, whole lotta money 
I gotta whole lotta money, whole lotta money, uh

Verse 1 
Word around town: I'm the MVP (MVP) 
I'm the who the young boy watch, yeah, they envy me 
They watching on my clocks, yeah, they jockin' me (Okay though) 
They keep me on they wall, yeah, they acknowledge me 
And I be strapped up to my drawls to my fucking cleats 
They buying all my starts, yeah they invest in me 
Need 50 from the front, we gon' play for keeps (Okay though) 
But I skipped outta college to get them dollars 

Chorus 
I gotta whole lotta money, whole lotta money 
I gotta whole lotta money, whole lotta money 
I gotta whole lotta money, whole lotta money 
You can't hold nothin' from me 

Verse 2
Crazy what that money do
It change the people who bring up under you
Rearrange somethings, I had to humble you
You looking strange to me, I'm ready to rumble you
I got diamonds on me, did that dash with my homie
They be spazzing on me, pass the chrome to the homie
I be [?] and lonely, can't get caught slippin' on me
Homie had to make it home, can't get love by my lonely

Chorus
I gotta whole lotta money, whole lotta money
I gotta whole lotta money, whole lotta money
I gotta whole lotta money, whole lotta money
You can't hold nothin' from me (From me)