This ho-This ho text my phone, but I won't text her back

Wake up play with bands, yeah, I'm talkin' bout money racks

Please don't call my phone if you ain't talkin' bout paper cash

I like paper cash, yeah, yeah, paper cash

Like a house hoarder , that money everywhere, just like this trash

Two hunnid on my fuckin' dash

Two- two hunnid on my fuckin' dash

Hit right, hit right from that back, that hoe cummin' fast

I just bought a new Prada bag

Seen that hoe, I'm like, Who that?

This ho text my phone, but I won't text her back

I got, I got hella money, yeah I'm talkin' bout, paper cash

If you try to cross me, ****, hell yeah, I'm on your ass

Get overlapped , yeah, yeah, get overlapped

I said, word is bond everyday

That boy fell for the pump fake

Send-Send me all your banks, I like chase

See thru ****, just like x-ray

I ain't trustin' hoes, like no way

These bitches get played like 2K

Pop out, yeah i got a rollie on

Mmm, I want the other one

Bad hoe, I want the older one

Fat-fat booty bitch, got a butter bun

Bad hoes, tryna play with my guns

All this money countin' no funds

We make all **** run

Hella-Hella pape, pockets lift bout a ton

Look at my blunt, I smoke real runts

All these **** is my sons

This hoe keep tryin' to wear my tech

I just wanna go and have sex

Freak hoe keep givin' me neck

Parlay hitting, I'm getting my checks

But she keep rubbin' on my chest

Ho- ho, I just want your neck

These hoe, they run in the spot

I counted just like nine

But-but one hoe overly fine

Wouldn't trade her fo a dime

Look at my diamonds, my shit gon' shine

On the come up, yeah, it's bout my time