Текст:
I got lots of gualla, I be gettin' dollars
Sonnin' all these boys like, "Luke, I am your father"
I feel like Darth Vader laughing at these haters
You ain't gettin' money, well, bye bye, I'll see you later
Diamonds in my chain, they got a bunch of different flavors
When I come outside, I swear I cannot see my neighbors
Walk out with my boxers and my robe to grab my paper
House, it is so big I spent and got a lot of acres
Started out with nothing, it ain't it hard to see
You ain't talkin' money, then don't talk to me