[Intro: Biv]
I am fucked up, yuh

[Verse 1: Biv]
Big ego on the bitch, I bet I seen enough
Seen them comin from a mile, so we doubled up
Sympathy ain't trust, seen them bounce like it's double Dutch
Holy fuck, signed they soul, for the devil suck

[Hook: Biv]
Big bags, big tags, money make her jet lag
Feeling like 100 like the loaded mag
Big bags, big tags, money make her jet lag
Feeling like 100, yuh, yuh

[Verse 2: Biv]
Half you fuckas parasite
Living in the past life, pass time get passed by
You odd, got too bozo to cut ties
I seen the pussy boy in ya fuckin stride, simpin
Deaded to the cost of the system
Bitches on they knees, no religion, sick em
Bustin through the kitchen, for a smidgen
Fuck around and visit where you livin
I put my plans on everything
I want more than I need like fify racks in the jean
To throw it at they teeth, chit chat came back, just to make a scene
Stanley with the clip, cut the green for the team
That's a fam, fuck a friend, fuck you mean?
You had big dreams, and big tings
But thoughts of me been a daily routine
Bitch thought she got it like me
Sad that they only ever wanna be seen
[Chorus: Biv]
You talk a lot for a money feign
You talk a lot for a money feign
You talk a lot for a money feign
You talk a lot for a money feign

[Verse 3: BLCKK]
You talk a lot for a money fiend
You said it’s ones boy it better be
Shit changed I be fucking growing money trees
And what the fuck made you think about me differently
I put the work like it’s motherfucking ten of me
Ya brother dead I think it’s motherfucking meant to be
I get em burnt, give a fuck bout what you think of me
And get them bands like I need that shit to fucking breathe, skrt
Off that motherfucking lot i get my brother from the dirt
Motherfucker did a lot, yeah i bet that shit hurt
Yes I’m trippin oh my god you tellin me you never heard?
I seen everybody ever fuck with me been getting burnt
Give ‘em no favors, fuck what you came for
Bad 48 cause you found out what you made for
Kickin in the same door, that money was not yours
Just because you think that you can rap doesn’t buy tours
Y’all about to die poor
Pick that shit the fuck up you gon’ find out what you die for
Y’all ain’t bout to settle once you realize that you want more
Think about that shit before you worry bout how I score
Yeah, bitch how I score