[Intro]
(Ayy, ayy, papi Rocaine)
Your bitch in my face, she—, mm
Looks like I'm sellin' bricks
Look down at my—, yeah

[Verse 1]
Your bitch in my face, I might let her lick the tip
Look down at my wrist, it look like I'm sellin' bricks
My whole outfit ERD, you don't even know what the fuck this is
My car cost three hundred thousand, I feel like I'm Money Mitch

[Bridge]
Yeah, mm
I feel like I'm Money—
My n***as sell that—
Hmm

[Verse 2]
Lot of n***as 'round me servin', lot of n***as 'round you snitch
N***as know that shit be dangerous, they'll never sell me hit
You gon' treat her like an angel, when she with me, she get lit
I can't dangle all in my hood 'causе these n***as, they ain't on shit
I got n***as that won't do nothin', just pop pills, takе hits
Pop two 10s and I'm ridin' solo in my 'Cat, just me and switchy
I can't hang with pussy n***as, they always on pussy shit
He risked his life for that money and he spent it on a bitch
They throwin' F's and they rollin', you know most my n***as Crips
I went and bought 'em, they ain't stolen, but I remember takin' shit
I can't believe n***as trollin', but I don't— I don't say shit
I put Tuss' on top of what I pour, my pop so fuckin' thick
I'm smokin' 'za, my n***a right here with me dead, been takin' hits
I be sippin' for the taste, but I love the high that's with it
Dug your bitch, I do just what I want, I might just go three-sixty
How you the only n***a fuckin' with that jeweler? Somethin' fishy
Spent a million all on jewelry, green kit, it cost two-fifty
N***as cool with being broke, but to me, that shit be iffy
You know I hop out with two fullies, mix a n***a like some Jiffy
[Outro]
Lil' bitch in my face—, I might let her—
Lil' bitch in my face, I might let her lick the—
Looked down at my wrist, it look like I'm sellin'—
I look like I'm Money—, I look like I'm Money Mitch
Mm