Money on money, these millions, ya dig? I'm spending this sh*t on my bitch and my kids
I'm sittin' in the Bent, not the Benz, this motherf**ker pink slip nigga no rent
I don't want you goin' to do nothin' if I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These f**k niggas tellin' for nothin', and I gotta be the one callin' 'em friend
Drop-top Rolls Royce, I'on know the kind, I'on know the name of it
F**ked this lil' bitch last night and this morning, but I'on know the name of her
She told that p**sy she don't know nun' about him, and it f**ked his fame up
We want the same mud, not the green, my nigga, the same mud

Mama, you a thot, I'on want shots
Brother, you a rat, twin, you a pack (My brother)
Running through Saks, Louis V slacks
Hermès trench, swimming pool heated
She ain't tryna eat it, Shawty, you can beat it (She ain't tryna what?)
Drinkin' 2-liter, ride a 2-seater, ridin' with a eater (Uh-huh, beef)
Calling me papi, I'm calling her mami and señorita (Uh-huh, yeah, all of it)
I ain't being cocky, but I been putting on ever since beepers
F**k me good the first day, a nigga might keep her (I might keep her good)
Blowing money fast like a f**king cheetah (Damn, he does good)
I been in the trenches filled with hyenas
Bugatti Spider whippin' that bitch from the side

Money on money, these millions, ya dig? I'm spending this sh*t on my bitch and my kids (Puttin' this sh*t up for my kids)
I'm sittin' in the Bent, not the Benz, this motherf**ker pink slip nigga no rent
I don't want you goin' to do nothin' if I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These f**k niggas tellin' for nothin', and I gotta be the one callin' 'em friend (On God)
Drop-top Rolls Royce, I'on know the kind, I'on know the name of it
F**ked this lil' bitch last night and this morning, but I'on know the name of her (What's her name?)
She told that p**sy she don't know nun' about him, and it f**ked his fame up
We want the same mud, not the green, my nigga, the same mud

You identify my bitches with APs
She ain't got a AP, she is not mine
You cold, he cold
She belongs to the streets

Spoiled lil' bitch wearin' a Patek, rose gold snake, she a baddie
Transpo foreign, go slatty, doggin' out a ho like Shaggy
Could've went Spec, went Caddy, pull up with the cutter, we ready
F**ked a opp bitch, I'm petty, iced out bolognese spaghetti
First off gotta go baguetti, talk less, do more spinning
Walk down, sh*t'll get drenchy, turnt the whole city up litty
Bad bitch could've went viddy, Savage 21 killers
Brabus riding witcha sister, dog-ass ho, you a thotty
Bruh turn cop, new body, twin, you a rat, you smoked
Shoot 'em in the head, you da GOAT, could've went fed, went broke
Trap nigga living out the ocean, the Phantom, the Rolls I don't know
The eaters go wherever I go

Money on money, these millions, ya dig? I'm spending this sh*t on my bitch and my kids
I'm sittin' in the Bent, not the Benz, this motherf**ker pink slip nigga no rent
I don't want you goin' to do nothin' if I gotta be the one tell you to spin
These f**k nigga tellin' for nothin', and I gotta be the one callin' 'em friend
Drop-top Rolls Royce, I'on know the kind, I'on know the name of it
F**ked this lil' bitch last night and this morning, but I'on know the name of her
She told that p**sy she don't know nun' about him, and it f**ked his fame up
We want the same mud, not the green, my nigga, the same mud