[Chorus: Rich Amiri]
I don't talk to the money, the money talk to me
Steppin' dirty like I don't know how to walk, huh
Gettin' sick of all these pistols, I got Glaucoma
Neck flooded, wrist flooded with them rhinestones
I ain't buyin' purses, she ain't worth it, yeah
She a dirt bitch, that money make her nervous, yeah
Pussy perfect, I'm finna flood up her wrist, yeah
Sent a bankroll, she said I got it purrin', yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]
That bitch tryna fuck, she roll my dope, she gettin' out
I got off my pivot, won't do that again now
They say, "ID on that jacket," ho, this ain't new
I just had like one chance, since then I been up, yeah
I been fried today, rollin' high grade
She got five brain, that's that migraine
Catch our set times, guess my time pays
You get cut off, you move sideways
I been knew this, yeah, I been loaded, yeah
I got a quarter mill', that was in one check
Tell that ho that she gotta go, she changin' the subject
I wasn't upset, I know you obsessed

[Chorus: Rich Amiri]
I don't talk to the money, the money talk to me
Steppin' dirty like I don't know how to walk, huh
Gettin' sick of all these pistols, I got Glaucoma
Neck flooded, wrist flooded with them rhinestones
I ain't buyin' purses, she ain't worth it, yeah
She a dirt bitch, that money make her nervous, yeah
Pussy perfect, I'm finna flood up her wrist, yeah
Sent a bankroll, she said I got it purrin', yeah
[Verse 2: Rich Amiri]
Slidin' in that coupe, yeah, choppin' off the roof, yeah
Finna take a blue pill, I need somethin' to do, yeah
I might put a twenty on that bitch and make her choose
Vibes in the telly, comin' in and out the room
YSL, Margiela, I got cheddar cheese, fettuccine, mozzarella
This bitch she from Belize, but I hit her at the Stella
My wrist so stellar, got cash, Rockefeller, put a rack up on your fella
New pint up at the checkout, Marciano umbrella
Throw the neck up bae, I'm finna catch it like Beckham
4gseller, I got pieces, I got hella
(4gseller, I got pieces, I got hella)

[Chorus: Rich Amiri]
I don't talk to the money, the money talk to me
Steppin' dirty like I don't know how to walk, huh
Gettin' sick of all these pistols, I got Glaucoma
Neck flooded, wrist flooded with them rhinestones
I ain't buyin' purses, she ain't worth it, yeah
She a dirt bitch, that money make her nervous, yeah
Pussy perfect, I'm finna flood up her wrist, yeah
Sent a bankroll, she said I got it purrin', yeah (That's a wrap)