Paroles
Yeah, yeah
Aye
Fit on drip drop
Wrist on tick tock
300 On the flip flops
She like me cause I got a big cock (oh my god)
You don't like me you can kick rocks
Aye, headed to the tip top
Had to cut my last bitch off
That's a game
All I- all I know is lift off
Kiki, I don't trust you
Cause my bro hit it
And my cousin did too
That's an issue
I can't fuck with it
I can't take you out in public
Yeah
Aye aye
Must be the money
Nowadays everybody want shit from me
Aye aye
Must be the money
Nowadays everybody want shit-
Wait
Free my bro Cedric
Lately shit's been hectic
And I don't really get it
RIP to X, sick of losing legends (yeah, yeah)
Keep a eye open careful who you count bands with
Cannot slow me down you ain't fucking up my bandwidth
I be going ham with this bread on my sandwich
Fuck
Aye aye
Must be the money
Nowadays everybody want shit from me
Aye aye
Must be the money
Nowadays everybody want shit from me
I know the reason why they on me
I know the reason why she want me
Four star dinner with the Chardonnay
Better be expensive cause I ain't gon' pay
I do magic with the bands but I don't trick ya
I eat home cooked meals on my grown shit
I got PayPal money from a grown bitch
She want the whole dick
I don't owe that hoe shit, yeah
CeCe, do you got me?
Give me every diamond I'ma take you shopping
I ain't tryna do you bad like you was Papi, yeah
Price of loyalty more costly, yeah
Aye aye
Must be the money
Cause I got the same type of top last Monday
Same old thug with the same four lugs
I don't change I'm a dog
I play games with 'em all, yeah
Aye aye
Must be the money
Nowadays everybody want shit from me
Aye aye
Must be the money
Nowadays everybody want shit from me
Written by: Dee Dot Jones, Jamir Malek