[Intro]
(Zaytoven)

[Chorus: Money Man]
If I don't hear no bass in the beat, I don't rap
Bad bitch, face in the sheets, she gettin' clapped (Trauma Tone)
Real street n***a, I don't listen to nobody
Real street youngin', all they care about is bodies
Glock 43X, pocket rocket in the party
Weighin' up these bags while I'm eatin' on some Smarties
I be so damn high, I be feelin' like a Starlink
Off of that tequila, I be hittin' her while she archin'

[Verse: Money Man]
I'm the type to pull up in that Tesla with the Carbon
I'm the type to pop a 'shroom and go talk to the Martian
Had to check thеy temperature, I'm tryna see what thеy on
N***a, shut the fuck up without it talkin' on my phone
N***a, you late as hell, all that playin', that shit gone
Hope the Lord forgive me 'cause I did a few plugs wrong
Private room in Louis, n***a, give me some champagne
Economy bad, dog, n***a, I'm sellin' anything
Brand-new Cullinan, just to keep the cutter in
Yeah, n***as fumblin', yeah, my money doublin'
If you just like me, then you gon' understand my vibe
Say you down for me, then take the pistol and go slide
All I care about is money, whips, and them investment
Chopper hit his stomach, all you seein' is his intestine
[Chorus: Money Man]
If I don't hear no bass in the beat, I don't rap
Bad bitch, face in the sheets, she gettin' clapped
Real street n***a, I don't listen to nobody
Real street youngin', all they care about is bodies
Glock 43X, pocket rocket in the party
Weighin' up these bags while I'm eatin' on some Smarties
I be so damn high, I be feelin' like a Starlink
Off of that tequila, I be hittin' her while she archin'