[Verse 1]
Someone tell me, why they acting new?
I always been me, yeah, that's the truth
Cut my ties with fakes, yeah, that’s a suit, yeah
'Cause ain't no telling what that cash will do
I got money on the way
I think they know now
But I ain’t hearing what they say
'Cause I won't slow down
Like, boy, I'm really on a wave
I need a boathouse
Had to say goodbye to snakes, yeah
My grass is mowed now

[Chorus]
My homies with me, yeah, bitch, you know who I came with
She fucking with me 'cause she know that I be famous
I see these fuckboys wanna be me on some lame shit
Money, money, money, ooh, yeah, that's my language
My homies with me, yeah, bitch, you know who I came with
She fucking with me 'cause she know that I be famous
I see these fuckboys wanna be me on some lame shit
Money, money, money, ooh, yeah, that's my language

[Verse 2]
They watching for me like a new season
I only do this for two reasons
I love this music, this shit is my life
Write my lyrics in braille so that you feel it
Tell these bitches I’ma make it, aye
Look in the mirror and face it, aye
I tell the truth when I’m up in the booth
You are a mannequin, why are you faking? Aye
I just be spitting that real
Fakes lying for the masses
Bitches saying that they love me
But they lying up on my mattress, yeah
I should be out on a tour, yeah
Flying around with my atlas
My old bitch calling me a prick, but I'm sharp as shit like a cactus
I don’t need anymore practice, yeah
Ducking on them like I'm Baptist, yeah
Balling like it's March Madness, yeah
[?]like an actress, yeah
I feel like Bieber 'cause I really love my buzz, yeah
I feel like Tampa ’cause I really love my bucks, yeah
[Chorus]
My homies with me, yeah, bitch, you know who I came with
She fucking with me 'cause she know that I be famous
I see these fuckboys wanna be me on some lame shit
Money, money, money, ooh, yeah, that's my language
My homies with me, yeah, bitch, you know who I came with
She fucking with me 'cause she know that I be famous
I see these fuckboys wanna be me on some lame shit
Money, money, money, ooh, yeah, that's my language

[Verse 3]
If you ain't bout the cake, you do it wrong, yeah
If you ain't on my side then it's your loss, yeah
Dirt broke, man, I had to make a way, yeah
That's why I been working every day

[Chorus]
My homies with me, yeah, bitch, you know who I came with
She fucking with me 'cause she know that I be famous
I see these fuckboys wanna be me on some lame shit
Money, money, money, ooh, yeah, that's my language
My homies with me, yeah, bitch, you know who I came with
She fucking with me 'cause she know that I be famous
I see these fuckboys wanna be me on some lame shit
Money, money, money, ooh, yeah, that's my language