[Featuring:
1: Gonage] I got yo bitch layin' 'cross the bed, no rosary Stackin' up bread like a banker, just a fee She wanna refill, so I get ho a B Niggas on the sideline yellin' "Who the is he?" I'm mac gun, you can call me Cody B Wardrobe overseas, all over me White leather seats lookin' like leaf Every time I crank up the sittin' on a key I'm Gucci buckled up, note on my feet Linen button-up like I'm walkin' round on the Blind hoes me in my Range Rover Jeep So they wanna come and talk to me Jodeci Smokin' in the morning, and when I go to Blowin' man I think they 'about to vote for me Any event we party a frat, no toga sheet If ain't the combo [?]
If you ain't talkin' cash, don't say In the VIP we champagne-spray I'm in the club lookin' a bank statement If you talkin' cash, I can arrangement in the club, ain't pay shit Broke hate, caus' they ain't shit I'm to the cash pockets on payment If you cash, I can make arrangement
[Verse 2: Gambino] Cody Bean Sr., pushin' ether You don't Childish, nigga me neither Eastside Atlanta, flyest nigga in a House If it ain't money, man, we ain't got to talk about Kennedy compound, my 20-room 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 like an ampersand the new shit, mixtape management Show dummies how to do it, all I want's my ten percent Porsche brand new, passed 'em a hundred my girl 5'2", even her growth stunted It's the nigga y'all knew back when I flipped cards Now my meals free I don't taste the fifth star We can arrangements, old money Cambridge Meetin' with the moguls, make 'em and they owe you It's the kid you used to talk about, I'm people 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 hard shit, a nigga's always constipated Got the change for my cousin on froze, no more weight Flossin' hard, ice king, no more and Jake Love or hate you gotta say the is something handsome As long as all of 'em bloggin' I'm living Branson Shit talkers talk, haters on my billboard Used to take the Q home, now I with schoolboys So iconic, Black Kennedy shit Man I'm so ironic, man this ratchet a fix Droppin' new and the haters get the splashback be surprised when he ask you where the cash at