I pick up the phone when the money be callin, you know that we gone, yeah

I sit by myself and I think about paper, the paper be long, yeah

I flex on my haters, I see why they hate us, they ain't got that paper, yeah

Put on the boot, the balanci boot, we shoot out the roof, go

Goyard on toe, while I fuck on your hoe, while you talk to the po, we gon' shoot out your door

I don't see why I should chill with them **** when I could be chillin' with bitches for days

Count up the money, count up all these bread, count up all these cheese, count up all these bands

I just fuck on a thottie, big botty lightskin with the tat on her back

I pick up the phone when the money be callin, you know that we gone, yeah

I sit by myself and I think about paper, the paper be long, yeah

I flex on my haters, I see why they hate us, they ain't got that paper, yeah

Put on the boot, the balanci boot, we shoot out the roof, go

Goyard on toe, while I fuck on your hoe, while you talk to the po, we gon' shoot out your door

I don't see why I should chill with them **** when I could be chillin' with bitches for days

Count up the money, count up all these bread, count up all these cheese, count up all these bands

I just fuck on a thottie, big botty lightskin with the tat on her back