Monet

That's my bad

Sorry, gotta kick you out, that's my bag

Tryna mess with my money, wouldn't try that

Pray the real live long, fake die fast

Then I slide past

That's right

You know I be watching my step

That's right

I'm the reason why your girl left

That's right

I just call plays while they call to the ref, got 'em holding they breath takin' shots, that's right

That's right

I'm the reason why your girl left

That's right

I just call plays while they call to the ref

Scared money don't make no money

If I ever go broke, I'ma take your money

I could break her off a little if she count it all for me

I'm busy right now, get it later on from me

That's right

Wonder what they want, what they want, from a ****

When your pocket deep, now she talk like she dig ya

I'ma need at least six figures by 2020

Killing everything, ditch diggers, that's right

I heard they was mad at the kid, that's spite

Tryna kill my vibe 'cause they got no life

Fly her overseas weekend, I might

Money coming in while I sleep, I like

Call me when you wanna link up, don't type

Cut the loose ends off, now he got tight

Never said it’s fair, li'l homie, that's life

Hustle every night, and I tell 'em

That's my bad

Sorry, gotta kick you out, that's my bag

Tryna mess with my money, wouldn't try that

Pray the real live long, fake die fast

Then I slide past

That's right

You know I be watching my step

That's right

I'm the reason why your girl left

That's right

I just call plays while they call to the ref, got 'em holding they breath takin' shots, that's right

Gettin' bigger now

I was dreamin' 'bout the life, but I live it now

Money so young, but I never kid around

I'm a stand-up ****, had to sit 'em down, yeah

Listen when the boss talk

When I make a hit, it ain't called off

Cutting all that talking like a sawed-off

And I'm making plays from the Waldorf

Yeah

Five-star, five-star, five-star (Five-star)

Still the realest **** in it by far (By far)

If they plotting on me, better try hard

Say a prayer for my foes, my God

Yeah, they need that

Pockets fat Joe, yeah, they gotta lean back

Now shawty wanna smoke, where the weed at?

People tell you anything

Don't believe that, 'til you seen that

That's my bad

Sorry, gotta kick you out, that's my bag

Tryna mess with my money, wouldn't try that

Pray the real live long, fake die fast

Then I slide past

That's right

You know I be watching my step

That's right

I'm the reason why your girl left

That's right

I just call plays while they call to the ref, got 'em holding they breath takin' shots, that's right