Grown Money

I be talkin' grown money while your pockets childish

Pickin' up a pole if a nigga try to stop it

Shorty tryna roll, should've never gave her Molly

Fendi on the toes and the sheets is by Versace

Whippin' up the coke and a nigga made it rocky

I got your bitch in my control eating Wagyu yakisoba

You know we found out that you told it ain't no way you could hide it

This thotty tryna call my phone

But I lost it and forgot it

And I could walk inside your home

Make your bitch mop on, my private

Nigga, got pimpin' in my bones