WWYD?

Aye, the money come and go, ho

The money come and go, yo

The money come and go, yo

The money come and go, ho, ho, yeah

Ooh, if you got a check in your name

For a hundred thousand dollars

Honestly, WWYD?

Ooh, WWYD?

WWYD?

Ooh, if you got that check in your name

Would you try to bless everyone's problem's with dollars?

'Cause what's it to you?

What's it to you?

Now I'ma start this off sayin' a hunnid racks (A hunnid racks)

Doesn't mean you're rich, please note this as a fact (That's a fact)

I wish there was somebody that had told me that (Had told me that)

And if they did, I'm sorry for opposin' that (Damn)

What would you do is what I'm askin' since you know it all, right?

You sayin' save, but really wanna blow it all in four nights

You really want a chain, don't you? And a Rollie

Vacation, first class for you and the homies

Bitch, on my moms, you go broke like that (Like that)

They only help out to help smoke your pack (That pack)

Everybody eats if everybody works, I don't want you on the streets

But at least be on the curb, man

And man gon' say "We" to include themselves

Goin' on all types of rants tryna prove themselves

Put 'em on pause, stop that shit from goin' on

If they show you empty pockets, you gon' break them **** off

Ooh, if you got a check in your name

For a hundred thousand dollars

Honestly, WWYD?

Ooh, WWYD?

WWYD?

Ooh, if you got that check in your name

Would you try to bless everyone's problem's with dollars?

'Cause what's it to you?

What's it to you?

Now let me tell you this lil' story 'bout mine ('Bout mine)

'Twas Summer '15, what month? Start of July (July)

I got me a check just short of one-fifty Or north of one-thirty

Over one thousand Benjis, yeah I threw my mama, I think, like twenty five

Fuck them college loans, 'cause twenty two isn't bright

Twenty five a Airbnb, a loan is no lie But I still had to provide

'Course I had payed all my dealers back

Who let me slide 'cause it be's like that?

ATM knows when your card get turned off

When I had a job, I would not at all

I was still drivin' on E, no gas (No gas)

Nothin' but lint in my jeans, low cash

Hadn't seen a bank in like fifty eleven years

Seven of us 'front the stove sharin' one 40 oz beer

Straight outta no cash and boom, oh my!

Sunshine, my forecast, brighten my skies

I tried tried to make it flip like gold medal gymnast

And you know that ain't how it went Thank God I'm still rich!

Ooh, if you got a check in your name

For a hundred thousand dollars

Honestly, WWYD?