I'm on this acapella, take her down and she get wetter

Once you touch some cheddar, watch how hoes do whatever

I'm moving hella clever, bout my business, imma get it

You chasing after bitches, you ain't touch money in a minute

Dark shades on, I'm so high, can't hear my thoughts

Nigga cappin' to the hoes, I know the truth, you a false

I was on my dick, couple bucks to spend at Ross

Black tee and some sweats, that's what kept me fuckin' clothed

Walking through the room, exotic the aroma

Bad bitch with Lipton Tea, but I'm fuckin' with Arizona

I don't need you bitch, I'm comfy with being a loner

Ever since I sparked my first, I'd rather be a stoner

Buckle up, enjoy the ride while you have a chance

Niggas so dumb, touch some money, blowin' their advance

You laughing now, hoe, watch me do my dance

Now you on my dick, cause I'm rapping up these Bands

She can't stand me, put her down with my friends

I can't stand her, cause she gave me second chance

I'm too toxic, need to take a course to be with me

I'ma change the topic, cause that shit ain't gon' be for the free

Money, money, money on my mind, grow on tree

I got a dollar, them niggas dead like a leaf

Nigga it's Ramadan, how the fuck you want some beef

Put it in the air, if it's smoke, I'ma chief

I'm too Steez, you can't see me, I know you wonder

Stevie in that back, ooh, wow, he a stunner

Nigga, uh, I'm on my Tyler shit

Kissing on Mary Jane, I can't complain cause she the baddest bitch

Everything I'm rocking from overseas, it's not the average drip

Cuzz in the kitchen, throwing C's, drinking red and shit

You ain't talking paper, conversation be irrelevant

She fucking me on sight before your ass, she probably celibate

Cap ass, fake ass, wanna be great ass

He ain't performance, but you know I brought Drake ass

In the fucking club, cause I can't trust none of these snake ass niggas

Damn, stepping in the latest fucking fashion

See you niggas stealing swag I'm all you little niggas' daddies

I got expensive fucking habits

I ain't seeing none of these hoes, yeah, to me they really average

And if you ain't getting money, then you really don't fucking matter

This ain't no denim, this is fabric

I'ma keep my metal on me cause she just wanna keep her plastic

Little booty, but it shake, she throw it back, it's all there

And my niggas in the field, I ain't talking NFL

She like fucking with a boss, and you niggas can't compare

Spent a couple on my neck, walk in the function and they stare

I just bought her that new bust down, I be pulling on her hair

I been standing on some business, I can't fall for nothing else, damn

Hold on twin, let me in, had to double back

Yeah you know I had to spin, I can't see you niggas

Cartier my lens, fucked her from the back

Now she want this shit to end

F n N in my pocket, Elf on the shelf

Hollow tips its spittin' out, it's gon' make you melt

M C n M, all on my belt

This ain't Magic Mall, this shit real, you can tell

Hoe don't play with me, I ain't like them other niggas

I'ma get this bread and we gon' split the figures

Niggas screamin' motion, but they stuck in one place

You ain' havin' nigga, I can see it in your face