How can I be married to the money if I'm married to my boys
And forget about my girl like she ain't fill some type of void
Baby I'm not sorry, you know I really mean it
But I'm married to my boys, can't let nothing come between it
F*ck a bitch, I'm just married to my pals
Louis on my waste, rocking Gucci when I sail
Now we rapping and we do it to collect
I'm married to my boys, so I say it with respect
I say f*ck a bitch cuz I wanna get the checks
I'm married to the money and I'm getting all the neck
Like boomshakalaka
We loyal like Chewbacca
Rolling up the woods in the DC smoking ganja
How can I be married to the money if I'm married to my boys
And forget about my girl like she ain't fill some type of void
Baby I'm not sorry, you know I really mean it
But I'm married to my boys, can't let nothing come between it
Can't let nothing come between it
Can't let nothing come between it
Can't let nothing come between it
Can't let nothing come between it
Stacks on stacks, got them platinum bands
Married to my boys, what don't you understand
Iced out wrists, with my boys on my hand
We chilling in the sun with our feet in the sand
Smoking some Js, roll it up, take break
Never trust the ladies cuz they all be snakes
We curve em all day, and we like Olé
Call me Big Lipper cuz that just be my name
Hell yeah haha