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    Yeah, ayy, huh, ayy

    Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a Beam, huh, yeah
    Dollar signs all I see
    If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah
    If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy
    Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a Beam, huh, yeah
    Dollar signs all I see
    If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah
    If it ain't 'bout the money

    Hmm, I'm on the beach with my feet up, ayy
    Everybody say I'm switchin', I don't speak enough, hmm, ayy
    I just turn my speakers up, hmm, ayy
    I just turn my speakers up, huh
    I'm movin' on just like my lease was up, ayy
    And I'm still poppin' these percs, lil' bitch, I'm geekin' up, huh
    I might fuck that lil' ho if she freakin' though, ayy
    Then I have a new bitch 'fore the week was up, ayy

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    Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, huh, yeah
    Dollar signs all I see
    If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah
    If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy
    Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, huh, yeah
    Dollar signs all I see
    If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah
    If it ain't 'bout the money

    Now I come for that money, I got that green, yeah
    I'm gunning for that cheese, yeah, that cheese, yeah
    I'll run out with ya honey, she off the bean, yeah
    She wanna stay the week, I make her leave now, ayy
    Get high, yeah, on the west side, yeah
    On my life, yeah, think that I'ma die here
    I put some money off to the side, yeah
    Take a ride wi-ith me, yeah

    Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, huh, yeah
    Dollar signs all I see
    If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah
    If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy
    Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, huh, yeah
    Dollar signs all I see
    If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah
    If it ain't 'bout the money (ayy, gang)

    One day they caught me loafin' after droppin' off my bitch (droppin' off my bitch)
    They sent a couple shots but I'm just glad that nigga missed (on the gang, nigga)
    Ducked down and started clapping, tried to flip that hoe, whip
    But I would rather take a life before my mama see me stiff (ayy, that's on my mama)
    So I'm clutchin' on that .44 when I'm trippin' (ayy, grra, pow, pow, pow)
    Trey paralyzed but I'm just glad that nigga livin' (ayy, I'm just glad that nigga livin')
    Please don't come to me when that nigga granny end up missin' (when that nigga end up missin')
    I was coolin' out in Cali, workin', bitch, I was gettin' it (ayy, workin', bitch, I was gettin' it, huh?)

    Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, huh, yeah
    Dollar signs all I see
    If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah
    If it ain't 'bout the money, huh, ayy
    Ridin' with the .40, ridin' with the .40 with a beam, huh, yeah
    Dollar signs all I see
    If it ain't 'bout the money, I ain't worried 'bout it, yeah
    If it ain't 'bout the money

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    Composition: Kazimier, Landon Von Cube, Yung Bans, Ari Starace, and Nick Simmons

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