[Intro]
I know why you mad, n***a, yeah
I know why you mad, n***a
Jahlil Beats, holla at me!

[Verse 1]
Uh, I said my neck like "bling"
My wrist like "blaow"
These n***as jacking my flows and stealing my style
You n***as sounding so old, I'm looking like now
I'm 'bout to cop a Bugatti, these n***as like "How?"
'Cuz I'm young and I get it
Biggest P on my fitted
Money knockin', who is it?
My money come with them bitches
'Cause bitches don't come with money
N***as be looking funny
My bank account full of commas, and my pockets be full of hundreds
Bounce with me, smoke an ounce with me
That n***a sellin' bricks? Tell him bring a house with it
My n***a like a wide receiver, run a route with it
He show you how to get it in and move it out with it
I say, all my n***as talk bricks
My dawgs don't rap
I'm the only one spittin', my dawgs sell crack
Say, y'all talking that shit, oh I be in that Trap
Riding around with that Mac, whoa
[Chorus]
I'm gettin' money, I'm fucking hoes
I got a hoe that be on that fucking pole
And she be on that fuckin' pole
And that mean that she fuckin' [?]

I like bitches and money, I like money and bitches
Yeah she famous, we fuckin, but it ain't none of yo business
All these n***as be hatin', I don't fuck with them n***as
I let them n***as keep hating, I keep on fucking they bitches, wassup

[Verse 2]
I say bitch shake that ass, gone shake them titties
Bitch, shake that ass like you work at Magic City
She loving the crew, I ain't talking 'bout Drizzy
Probably run with OVO, and I be in Toronto city, whoa!