[Featuring:
1: Gonage] I got yo bitch layin' naked 'cross the bed, no up this bread like a banker, just a fee She refill, so I get that ho a B Niggas on the sideline yellin' "Who the is he?" Bitch I'm mac gun, you can me Cody B Wardrobe overseas, all over me leather seats lookin' like coca leaf Every time I up the woofer sittin' on a key I'm buckled up, house note on my feet Linen button-up like I'm walkin' round on the Blind hoes notice me in my Rover Jeep So they wanna and talk to me like Jodeci in the morning, and when I go to sleep Blowin' presidential man I think they 'about to for me Any event we party a frat, no toga sheet If money ain't the [?]
If you ain't talkin' cash, say shit 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, pay shit Broke hate, caus' they ain't shit I'm to the cash pockets on payment If you talkin' cash, I can make
[Verse 2: Gambino] Bean Sr., pushin' mean ether You don't know Childish, nigga me Eastside Atlanta, flyest nigga in a Waffle If it ain't money, man, we ain't got shit to about Kennedy compound, my 20-room So big my ex-girls ain't move out If you ain't talkin' cash, say shit My account look like when little kids break shit Ooooooo, if I'm I can handle it all my dreams get together like an ampersand Blueprint the new shit, 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 stunted the nigga y'all knew back when I flipped meal cards Now my free when I don't taste the fifth star We can make arrangements, old Cambridge Meetin' with the moguls, 'em richer 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 moment Flow's always cold, keep the whole anemic Never left that hard shit, a nigga's constipated Got the change for my cousin on froze, no more weight hard, ice king, no more Finn and Jake Love or hate you gotta say the hype is something As as all of 'em bloggin' I'm living Richard Branson Shit talkers still talk, on my billboard Used to the Q home, now I hang with schoolboys So iconic, Kennedy this shit Man I'm so ironic, man ratchet need a fix Droppin' new shit and the haters get the Don't be surprised when he ask you where the at