[Intro]
(Money done geeked on this motherfucker)

[Pre-Chorus]
Money done geeked (Yeah)
Money on fleek (Top Chef)
Money done geeked
Money on fleek (I'm on that long live Pope shit, n***a)
Money done geeked (Let the beat ride)
Money on fleek (Yeah)
Money done geeked (Yeah)
Money on fleek (Yeah, Top Chef)

[Chorus]
I cannot go back and forth with these lil' bitty n***as
I'm tellin' you, I'm tired of this shit (Tired)
Celine frames just to acknowledgе the bitch (Slime)
Private flight gang, I'm with polish and shit (Phеw)
Icebox lit, let him polish my wrist
Word in the town, yeah, we keep chopsticks (Word in the town)
She pushin' P, she ain't fight 'bout no dick (Push)
Unless it's a player, she swingin' that blick (Push it)
Swingin' that glizzy, I don't care for a diss
If she can't demand, it ain't nothin' we can't fix (Brr)
These n***as cap, they ain't touch a brick
You wouldn't even know what to do with that shit
Whole bunch of kizzy, they actin' fake rich (Kizzy)
Don't know 'bout these boys, get 'em out of my mix
This shit slime, fuck the rest of that shit
These n***as broke, hundred thousand ain't shit (On God)
[Verse 1]
[Sun kist?] [?], yeah
Pushin' on the street with a player (Hoodbaby)
Know them boys gettin' bails (Yah)
Diamonds on my jacket, Rick Flair (Hoodbaby)
Tell on business, ya tuckin' y'all tail
We run Atlanta, done kicked out the mayor (Yeah)
Pinky ring, pinky ring cost some wealth (Pinky ring)
Bro go pussy ring on her cell (Yeah)
Studio junkie chain, some flash (Slatty)
These n***as too lame, no shade (Yeah)
Boy, fuck a mention, we really don't care
Fur on my back like I'm fightin' a bear (Hoodbaby)
We ain't poppin' none of that cheap shit (Yeah)
On that hit, her and friend on that freak shit (Brr)
My Hatians Z'd up and they B-ing (Z-ing)
So much Avianne, bitch, I'm freezin' (Brr)
360, boy, know that blicky gon' spin, spin (Spin, spin, boy)
Name a lil' bitch or a ho I ain't been in (Ain't been on)
Drop an addy, a lo' we ain't been in (Spin, spin)
Fuck that, double back, we ain't finish (Spin again)

[Pre-Chorus]
Money done geeked (Let the beat ride)
Money on fleek (Yeah)
Money done geeked
Money on fleek (Top Chef)
[Chorus]
I can't go back and forth with these lil' bitty n***as
I'm tellin' you, I'm tired of this shit (Tired)
Celine frames just to acknowledge the bitch (Slide)
Private flight gang, I'm with polish and shit (Phew)
Icebox lit, let him polish my wrist
Word in the town, yeah, we keep chopsticks (Word in the town)
She pushin' P, she ain't fight 'bout no dick (Push)
Unless it's a player, she swingin' that blick (Push it)
Swingin' that glizzy, I don't care for a diss
If she can't demand, it ain't nothin' we can't fix (Brr)
These n***as cap, they ain't touch a brick
You wouldn't even know what to do with that shit
Whole bunch of kizzy, they actin' fake rich (Kizzy)
Don't know 'bout these boys, get 'em out of my mix
This shit slime, fuck the rest of that shit
These n***as broke, hundred thousand ain't shit

[Outro]
Money done geeked
Money on fleek
Money done geeked
Money on fleek
Money done geeked
Money on fleek
Money done geeked
Money on fleek
Money done geeked
Money on fleek
Money done geeked
Money on fleek
(I'm on that long love Pope shit, n***a)
Money done geeked
Money on fleek
Money done geeked
Money on fleek