[Featuring:
1: Gonage] I got yo bitch layin' naked 'cross the bed, no Stackin' up this like a banker, just a fee She wanna refill, so I get ho a B Niggas on the yellin' "Who the fuck is he?" Bitch I'm mac gun, you can call me B Wardrobe overseas, passports all me White leather seats lookin' like coca Every I crank up the woofer sittin' on a key I'm Gucci buckled up, house on my feet Linen button-up like I'm walkin' on the beach Blind hoes me in my Range Rover Jeep So they wanna and talk to me like Jodeci Smokin' in the morning, and I go to sleep Blowin' man I think they 'about to vote for me Any event we like a frat, no toga sheet If ain't the combo [?]
If you ain't talkin' cash, don't say In the VIP we shit I'm in the club like a bank statement If you talkin' cash, I can arrangement Walked in the club, ain't pay Broke niggas hate, caus' they shit I'm gettin' to the cash pockets on If you talkin' cash, I can arrangement
[Verse 2: Childish Cody Sr., pushin' mean ether You don't Childish, nigga me neither Eastside Atlanta, flyest nigga in a Waffle If it ain't money, man, we ain't got shit to talk Kennedy compound, my 20-room So big my ex-girls gotta move out If you ain't talkin' cash, say shit My bank account look like little kids break shit Ooooooo, if I'm breathin' I can it Watching all my dreams get like an ampersand Blueprint the new shit, management Show these how to do it, all I want's my ten percent Porsche brand new, 'em a cool hundred Yeah my girl 5'2", her growth stunted It's the nigga y'all back when I flipped meal cards Now my meals free when I taste the fifth star We can make arrangements, old money Meetin' with the moguls, make 'em and they owe you It's the kid you used to talk about, I'm watchin' get up on it On Worldstar and I ain't have to have a nigga Flow's always cold, keep the whole anemic Never left that hard shit, a always constipated Got the change for my cousin on froze, no more weight Flossin' hard, ice king, no Finn and Jake or hate you gotta say the hype is something handsome As long as all of 'em I'm living Richard Branson talkers still talk, haters on my billboard Used to the Q home, now I hang with schoolboys So iconic, Black this shit Man I'm so ironic, man this ratchet a fix Droppin' new and the haters get the splashback Don't be surprised when he ask you the cash at