Money Trees

Look, I got a knot in my jeans, I'm casually walking around when I'm stepping on feet

Swerving in traffic, my bro got the wheel, got his eyes on the road while he cruisin' the Jeep

High as a bitch, I keep bobbin' my head, all I hear is the beat and the sound of his keys, yeah

Uh, Lil' brodie a fien, he just bought him a breeze

Sick of these hoes that be diggin' for gold, they the type that'll leave, you ain't uppin' no cheese

I know a nigga that's crippin', he using a 6 when he typing instead of a B

Tryna get up in my bag, can't trip on a bitch or a hoe no more, cause I'm P, nigga

Ayy, if I smoke me this wood, then I'm goin' to sleep

I had to sit back and think, like, who fuckin' with me? Like, who really is fuckin' with me?

They be like, Jay, how you do it? It's nothin' to me, man, I swear that it's nothin' to me