Intro
(Reece, take em’ to church)
Chorus: Money Man
Know you tired of all this games niggas playin’, baby, come get a speedy
I just bought a few chains from the trap money, damn, it was easy
Long as you catch up like first class, come see me, girl, quit teasin’
I just want a good time, after that, she exit out and she leavin’
Verse 1: Money Man
Facials, hair appointments, spa days, baby girl shoppin’ all day
Got a red bitch who push a G-Wag, she gon’ do whatever I say
Leave a nigga with a toe tag, damn, I was in a dark place
Copped her ass a go bag ’cause she had some expensive taste
Presidential Rollie, green face, ballin’ like I won a sweepstake
Eatin’ lunch up at Capital Grill, nigga, we don’t do the Cheesecake
Loaves New York, I got the big sweep, pop a nigga off an instinct
Fluffies, I be havin’ Frenchies, duffle bags filled with blue cheese
Copulatin’ from infused weed, copped the kicks, they was CC
Copped the crib from the CC, G- O- A- T- E- D
Super trauma, save the GT, electric long, sleeve EV
Turks and St. Thomas, custom luggage, tear up Onyx with a large budget
Chorus: Money Man
Know you tired of all this games niggas playin’, baby, come get a speedy
I just bought a few chains from the trap money, damn, it was easy
Long as you catch up like first class, come see me, girl, quit teasin’
I just want a good time, after that, she exit out and she leavin’
Post-Chorus: Money Man
Always down and know you gettin’ fried, I was sippin’ on bourbon
Know you tired of the broke shit, baby girl, I know this shit irkin’
Bitches jump through hoops, tryna be gang, why they so thirsty?
He ain’t really havin’ pape’ like that, why he lyin’? That shit purgin’
Verse 2: Fredo Bang
Ridin’ ’round in the Southside, I got a whop on me like a burger (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Take a pretty bitch and go and spend it all, I’ma but it all just ’cause she curvy (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
She ain’t tryna get to her bag, I can’t see us goin’ no further (Us goin’ no future)
I be stackin’ paper like LooseLeaf, inked up like a journal (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I be on they necks like a turtle (Woo), make it jump back like a hurdle (Woo)
New Chanel on her, she early (Woo), she want my last name like a jersey (Woo)
I’ma duck her every time she fertile (Okay), keep a round on me like a circle (Circle)
Say she got a man, why you act nervous? I’ll never tell, bae, I’m non-verbal
I keep a P like the color purple
I’ll buy a bitch a new Birkin, say she like girls, I’ma turn her (Ah)
Tryna grip her waist like a girdle (Ah), tryna catch ’em all, she a Squirtle (Uh)
In the trap house sellin’ off-white, nigga been feelin’ like Virgil (Been feelin’ like Virgil)
Bitch quick to say that she a boss bitch, but she out here fuckin’ workin’
Chorus: Money Man
Know you tired of all this games niggas playin’, baby, come get a speedy
I just bought a few chains from the trap money, damn, it was easy
Long as you catch up like first class, come see me, girl, quit teasin’
I just want a good time, after that, she exit out and she leavin’
Post-Chorus: Money Man
Always down and know you gettin’ fried, I was sippin’ on bourbon
Know you tired of the broke shit, baby girl, I know this shit irkin’
Bitches jump through hoops, tryna be gang, why they so thirsty?
He ain’t really havin’ pape’ like that, why he lyin’? That shit purgin’