Got the car gased up(gased up)* Money in my bag (In my bag) I'm leavin' and never comin' back Got the jet gased up(Gased up) Money in my bag(In my bag) I'm leavin' and never comin' back (Put your hands in the air Rock City) I'm sorry but I got to go Got to get this money though Kiss me when I'm on my way On my Way up out the door Gucci rag money in my bag You Virgin's Islands benz and my pants Just a nigga from the hood and I At least not until I make it to the top Don't want my Gucci sweater I gotta get this chedder so... That's why I got my bags packed I just want you to know that I've been huslin' lately baby it's crazy Gucci rag on pants saggin' off my ass I'm leavin' and never comin' back I gotta go make this cash Baby Baby Louie rag on pants saggin' off my ass I'm leavin' and never comin' back I gotta go make this cash See me ridin' real low sa The only way to get it is to get it off Real top shakta since the day that I Left St. Thomas cause' it gettin' so Hard times is what we can't stand If you with me let me hear ya say So me can't stop(Me can't stop) Caught me done that(Me done that) That's why I got my bags packed I just want you to know that I've been huslin' lately baby it's crazy Gucci rag on pants saggin' off my ass I'm leavin' and never comin' back I gotta go make this cash Baby Baby Louie rag on pants saggin' off my ass I'm leavin' and never comin' back I gotta go make this cash I'm out North for the summer I'm all around the world tryin' to I gotta tell you good good-bye I gotta tell you good good-bye I'm out North for the summer I'm leavin' January I'll be gone til' I gotta tell you good good-bye I gotta tell you good good-bye