[Verse 1: Money Man]
Walk in the store coppin' everything
Got a heavy charm and got a heavy chain
You can't play with a bitch gotta let it bang
Made a smooth 50k off AmeriTrade
N***a I'm havin' sauce, havin' marinade
I was spilling oil in my lemonade
I'm too thankful I ain't meet an early grave
N***a havin' them m's I might catch a fade
N***a traffickin' za, yeah the highest grade
N***a pocket watchin' I ain't have an option
I was pound coppin', outta town shoppin'
On the ground [?] n***a didn't make it, so I started takin'
Got a fetish for bitches with asses
I hit it from the back, you know I'ma smack it
Show love my music, I'm makin' them classics
We show no mercy, I ain't givin' them passes
Somewhere up top got the hash and the mushroom
Havin' this check, I fly a bitch out to Cancun
Countin' on me, leave a n***a in the bayou
N***a shut the fuck up, I can come and buy you
Electric Lamborghini when a n***a pass by you
Do you got a man, fuck it I'ma still try you
When you independent these n***as don't like you
Better be careful, cause the judge might fry you
Real flawless diamonds got the chain doing cryo
Big Money havin' cheddar like O Mayo
Boost my cred, I just glitched my FICO
Let a n***a trip, fuck around and go psycho
Buy her what she want, she can get whatever
Take her where she want, we can go wherever
Yeah put your hands on her, never
I'ma send a n***a to meet the devil
I'ma speed junkie I'm mashing the pedal
It's Croptober I'm serving them petals
Got a bad bitch yeah and she bisexual
Got a purple heart, I need a medal
Laptop for Alpha Bay let me tell you
In my own class, n***as not on my level
Splurge on you little momma, you special
He ain't on shit, I ain't worried, no pressure
Yeah
He ain't on shit, lil mamma no pressure
Come shop with me, you might get extra
Give a n***a two piece for a gesture
Came from DeKalb, I'ma Eastside repper
Turn my back on my dogs, never
Yeah he got drip on I'm way fresher
Locked in for life, bae let me tell you
Locked in for life, n***a ain't no bailing
Whole lotta swipin' over here in [?]
Cutthroat shit, get killed for tellin'
Pipe down n***a get challenged for your yellin'
Get money from rap but P's be sellin'
White bitch love me she showed me her melons
Street n***a shit, I ain't kickin' with felons
On probation, but still got weapons
I'ma find the source and serve my section
Gotta fuck witchu damn bae you sexy
Take my number lil mama please text me
I done got high, got hungry, got the munchies
Never compromise your morals for money
N***a gon' walk in this bitch, no runnin'
[?]
Yeah
Yeah I got whole bag of spliffs and onions
It's Croptober, got pounds and pumpkins
He ain't no plug, lil n***a quit frontin'
How you on the block all day and make nothin'
[?]
300 blackout leave a n***a under
I'm [?]
Got migos in Cali digging me a tunnel
[Verse 2: BC Marse]
Yeah, Damn
That n***a ain't got to a test since the pandemic
Damn she know she know he do not scam really
All these counterfeit faces look authentic
Got my eyes on the prize like a hog n***a
Only gang in the spot you cannot enter
[?] like a bartender
Yeah you already know what it is when you pull up
She already know she a 10, she be put up
She watch me [?] cook up
I'm smoking P's [?] wit my foot up
Ain't talking 2K but n***a we be glitching 'em
Tell 'em how many times we hacked the system
I said leave this shit alone, and still in it
Push up on 'em that should be another victim
We gon' log in, it's tough having everything
[?]broke as fuck it's like Eddie Kane
Made it trapping I gave you the wedding ring
Fuck this trap shit I gave this shit everything
Yeah I'm hoping I could give you everything
We just like Dubai we gon make it rain
Said she wanna go viral, we made you famous
We having "Get Money" conversations
Got this shit on lock ain't no combinations
I can't pass this glizzy I ain't Rajon Rondo with this .9
Til the day I drop pussy fuck the cops n***a free the guys
Yeah the plug since a box and the shit got stopped but it still arrived
I could have a pocket full of change and I still wouldn't drop no dime