[Intro: Jugg Harden & G.T.]
Yeah
Know you broke-ass n***as ain't never got a car from a migo, man
You know that
Tell you, man, we really gettin' money, man (I just need my space right now)
For real (Nobody stoppin')
Nobody
Ayy
Alright

[Verse 1: Jugg Harden]
My bitch cost more than yours (Come on, come on, come on)
I just poured up an eight (Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy), that's a fuck before (That's a fuck before)
[?] slippin' at the light, on me got car insurance
Said I got the big head just like Martin Lawrence (For real)
I got the big head just like Yo Gotti
[?] bitch with no ass, you ain't got no body (For real)
Get money all day, I ain't got no hobby (I ain't got no hobbies)
Said you and your close friends bein' a ho, probably (Yeah, and what?)
Is that bad bitch gon' leave when your money low? (For real)
Is she really loyal? Heard she fuck with bro (Is she?)
If you cheated, she gon' cheat back and up the score (Wow, yeah)
Don't ask what I got on (Ayy), if you know, you know (Ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy)

[Verse 2: G.T.]
My bitch got Birkin pussy, yours barely Gucci (Barely Gucci)
She walk straight to Chanel, never step in Louis (Man, she never step in Louis)
N***as ain't stack no money, what them n***as doin'? (What you n***as doin'?)
Plain jane one-twenty, that's a Paul Newman (Ayy, that's a—, that's a—, Daytona, n***a)
Wake up, blow some money for the fucker (Yeah, fuck 'em)
This is not no Range Rover, n***a, this a Culinan
The road with the blues, next play, bring the pump (For real)
One shot from that K turn his head to a pumpkin (Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah, bah)
[Verse 3: Jugg Harden & G.T.]
Sippin' on this lean, I don't cough nothin' (For real)
Oh, you want Celine? It don't cost nothin' (It don't cost nothin')
Cut his dreads off 'cause he caught somethin' (Caught somethin')
Shut the fuck up, you get tossed somethin' (Get tossed somethin')
Shut the fuck up, you ain't upped nothin' (Yeah)
Money well spent, I don't take nothin' (Man, I don't take nothin')
All this shit I done did, surprised that I ain't feel it (For real)
And I got 'scripts too, supply you with the meds (Ayy, let's go)
When you at work, man, that bitch be fuckin' in your bed (Damn)
And I feel weird when I don't take my meds
I'll rob on arrival, I'm these lil' n***as' idol
Told the bitch go wrestlin' if she want a title (Ayy)

[Verse 4: G.T.]
I told the bitch I don't get horny, I ain't got a bank (Chick)
Did so much foam, I ain't even got a thank (I didn't)
Flyin' up the Mile, Forgiatos on the spaceship (Yeah)
Light gold with the cuts, got it lookin' like a Jega
Don't talk money, you ain't really gettin' paper (Yeah)
To get up to my money, I'm gon' need an escalator (Yeah)
Eight-car garage, crib with the elevator (I need it)
Peanut butter seats, Bentley with the angel in it (Yeah)
(I just need my space right now)
I just need my space
Check all blues, both pockets like I'm seawalkin' (For real)
Went and bought six cars, a n***a used to be walkin'
I text, they'll put holes in your head like a sea dolphin (Bah-bah-bah-bah)