Going loco on the cash

Going loco on the gas

Going loco on the dash

I'ma do the whole dash

Go loco, go loco, go loco

Going loco on the cash

Going loco on the gas

Going loco on the dash

I'ma do the whole dash

Go loco, go loco, go loco

Money made me crazy, came from selling babies

Born in the 80's, in the Ghost like Patrick Swayze

Playing with the fish, in the water like a sailor

Old school nigga, still trapping with a pager

Run up on me wrong, 40 shoot you like a taser

Hopscotch to the money, chasing after the paper

Ballin like a ball player, blowing on a Laker

Mansion in the hills, but my land is on some acres

Number one chef, cooking dope with an apron

Still getting money, while these pussy niggas hating

88 SS on them D-U-B's skatin'

32 Ent. we just paper chasing

Going loco on the cash

Going loco on the gas

Going loco on the dash

I'ma do the whole dash

Go loco, go loco, go loco

Going loco on the cash

Going loco on the gas

Going loco on the dash

I'ma do the whole dash

Go loco, go loco, go loco

Go loco with the coco, try to rob then that's a no-no

Big 44 leave your head blown, known for selling snow cones

Smoking up the ozone, oops I mean the hozone

I just scored a touchdown, now I need a field goal

Tryna catch a bomb like I'm standing in the end zone

Wrapping up the bricks, like I just made me a calzone

Flying in a coupe, but I call that ho my stallion

Flyer than a plane, but I didn't have a stylist

Could've killed your ho, but her car had mileage

And I heard the bitch go loco on the molly

King of the bricks, had to bring them on a dolly

Trap the trailer load, I got a loco ass driver

Going loco on the cash

Going loco on the gas

Going loco on the dash

I'ma do the whole dash

Go loco, go loco, go loco

Going loco on the cash

Going loco on the gas

Going loco on the dash

I'ma do the whole dash

Go loco, go loco, go loco

Loco