[Intro: Travis Scott]
Yo, let me light the J
I wanna hear the choir

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
I'm walkin' with the money (money, money)
I'm talkin' 'cause of money (money, money)
But this shit isn't funny (funny, funny)
'Cause nobody believes you
I'm walkin' with the money (money, money)
I'm talkin' 'cause of money (money, money)
But this shit isn't funny (funny, funny)
'Cause nobody believes you

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Walk up the block, get to cussin', oh man (oh man)
He put a pine and they shoutin' (Woah-woah-woah)
Gimme the line, I'm lyin', no potent man
Smith and Wesson in the pistol, shot the dope man
Time to get faded then get to bussin'
Ejaculate then fuckin', no rubber
Mm-mm, no lovin'
Because I got dough (Oh), chains and some haters
Notorious, I'm B.I.G., tryna stook me for my paper
Coke and the Brandi, it's still a skyscraper
Molesting this beat (Oh), I'm a good raper
I meant a good rapper, no handshakes, dapper
(Travy you're wack!)
Funny honey (honey, honey)
[Chorus: Travis Scott & Jason Eric]
I'm walkin' with the money (money, money)
I'm talkin' 'cause of money (money, money)
But this shit isn't funny (funny, funny)
'Cause nobody believes you
I'm walkin' with the money (money, money)
I'm talkin' 'cause of money (money, money)
But this shit isn't funny (funny, funny)
'Cause nobody believes you (Uh-uh)

[Verse 2: Jason Eric]
I'ma spend money on chains, and big things
You could say that I do with the hood fame
Nothing can change, when there's no change
Took a couple chains then I threw it down on a Range
Superman money 'cause I'm super man wrist
Threw a stack at my bitch, now she working on my tips
Money tossed to n***as that only comprehend
That my brain getting bigger 'cause the money never end
I'm on a high-rise, um, like high skies
Make it rain from the top, man, I'm 'bout to skydive
Girls come in doubles when your money come in duffles
I'm ballin' downtown with my n***a Bill Russell
Now we mainstream, on the big screens
So much cash in this shot, no need for green screens
Just ass that swallows up g-strings
So why the fuck you asking if we leasing?
Me and Travis Scott do do things
So many chains, I could turn 'em into tearings
Put the chains up, front and center on the telly
But when I drop, this bitch is gon' hang by my belly, bitch