| We got that green stuff, Big Tite |
| Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg |
| Fin to put it all in y’all face |
| I got too much money, too much cash |
| I bought a new Lac and put it on chrome, without touching my stash |
| Like Lil Flip I can do that, Excursion candy blue that |
| 22 that, pounds of dro I done blew that |
| You should of knew that, the Slim Thug gon shine |
| My ear rings cost a dime, I read Rolex Times |
| I’m top of the line, you can tell when I open my mouth |
| I bet nobody got mo' princess cut teeth, than the Boss |
| Open your mouth up you lost, I’m blinding these boys |
| I’m joining rocks in your blocks, in candy blue toys |
| Talking noise, cause I ain’t old enough to drank |
| But I got mo' cash to last, than your daddy in the bank |
| I’m top rank, Slim Thug gon talk the talk |
| Walk the walk, we can bet ball for ball |
| We some paid young G’s, with too much cash |
| Too much flow and do', talking too much trash ha Too much money, too much cash |
| All y’all haters, can kiss our ass |
| We got too much money, too much cash |
| All y’all haters, can kiss our ass |
| Too much money is what I got, like Scarface I rap a lot |
| S-Type Jag straight off the lot, believe me dog I’m really hot |
| I’m swanging 4's and thinking thoed, banging hoes and changing clothes |
| Smoking dro and doing shows, paper stack can never fold |
| I bought the car and I bought the house, I represent the Dirty South |
| Got more syrup than Waffle House, run through hoes like Marshall Faulk |
| I talk the talk and walk the walk, cause nigga I’m a G Lil Flip is who I be, I know your gal know me Cause I wear a Roley, that look like a snowman |
| And I push a Jag, you just gotta see it man |
| I’m sitting on Dubs, kinda like a blank tape |
| You see them rocks in my teeth, ain’t none of em fake |
| Give me a break, you think I’m lying or something |
| I’m at the mall with your hoe, and she buying me something |
| I’m a young pimp, with a whole lot of cash |
| And y’all haters, y’all can kiss our ass |
| I got too much M-O-N-E-Y |
| Anything I S-E-E, I B-you-Y |
| Pull a Bentley off the lot, and ran that thang in the wall |
| We throw Crys in the air laugh, and watch it fall |
| Watch me ball, as the Dub spin like a top |
| I got crunk when I stopped, and made my pop trunk wop |
| Girls bop, automatic cause I’m top of the line |
| I cut my beep past six, and I raise the top of your spine |
| I’ma shine, Sucka Free, Boss Hogg in a row |
| You can catch me fresh and braided, or rugged and fro |
| You see the Spre’s on the car, I bet you my people like the rock |
| When girls see Tite, Flip and Slim they say… Pulling cameras out |
| Damn I’m hot, when I hit the club I’m bound to line to the bar |
| And for the first hundred people, I’m insuring they car |
| Attracting your star, cause nigga my piece attracting your car |
| We got too much green, and that’s real by far |