Money, money, money, baby That's all I can think about And unless your name is Mary Jane You ain't the girl I'm singin' 'bout It's Baby E, the prodigy, animal inside of me I could be romantic, but you'll never see that side of me Its all 'cause of Gold diggin', money-hungry, name-droppin' hoes Worried 'bout the names on the tags of my clothes I don't never pay for pussy, I just let the pussy chase me And if she ever leaves me then I just find a replacement Time is my money, baby, don't be actin' crazy I don't never pay for pussy, I just let the pussy chase me Top-floor suites, lookin' down on Wall Street Like, damn, this is what I dreamed about in Florida Standin' on the stage, rockin' shows out in Georgia Smokin' Mary Jane; mailed to me from California Yeah, life gets better by the second I just wake up in the morning and I stare at my reflection Tell myself I'm great cause everybody says it's destined My style's a little different, but my flow is never questioned Best believe I'll make a thousand thousands (thousand thousands) And then I'll make another thousand thousands (thousand thousands) It's Mr. Ethan Lowery, cash rules everything around me (Let's go)