[Featuring:
[Verse 1: I got yo bitch naked 'cross the bed, no rosary Stackin' up this bread like a banker, a fee She refill, so I get that ho a B Niggas on the sideline "Who the fuck is he?" Bitch I'm mac gun, you can call me B Wardrobe overseas, passports all me White seats lookin' like coca leaf Every time I crank up the woofer on a key I'm Gucci buckled up, house on my feet Linen like I'm walkin' round on the beach Blind hoes notice me in my Rover Jeep So they come and talk to me like Jodeci Smokin' in the morning, and I go to sleep Blowin' presidential man I think they 'about to for me Any event we party like a frat, no sheet If money ain't the [?]
If you ain't talkin' cash, don't say In the VIP we champagne-spray I'm in the club lookin' like a statement If you talkin' cash, I can make Walked in the club, ain't pay Broke niggas hate, caus' ain't shit I'm to the cash pockets on payment If you cash, I can make arrangement
[Verse 2: Gambino] Bean Sr., pushin' mean ether You don't know Childish, nigga me Eastside Atlanta, flyest in a Waffle House If it ain't money, man, we ain't got shit to talk Kennedy compound, my house So big my ex-girls gotta move out If you ain't cash, don't say shit My bank account look like little kids break shit Ooooooo, if I'm I can handle it Watching all my dreams get together like an the new shit, mixtape management Show these dummies how to do it, all I my ten percent Porsche brand new, 'em a cool hundred Yeah my girl 5'2", even her growth It's the nigga y'all knew back when I flipped cards Now my meals free when I taste the fifth star We can make arrangements, old money Meetin' with the moguls, make 'em richer and 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 a nigga moment Flow's cold, keep the whole soul anemic Never left that shit, a nigga's always constipated Got the change for my on froze, no more movin' weight hard, ice king, no more Finn and Jake Love or hate you say the hype is something handsome As long as all of 'em bloggin' I'm living Richard Shit still talk, haters on my billboard Used to take the Q home, now I hang schoolboys So iconic, Black Kennedy this Man I'm so ironic, man ratchet need a fix Droppin' new shit and the get the splashback Don't be surprised when he ask you where the at