Talking 'bout a dollar bitch, I got a whole lot gross
Wanna cop the 'Rari, I could buy it off the lot gross
Heard your rent's late, I could pay the whole year
I been shopping Piaget if I cop it, they stare
GG on my linen, that's a show to me
All these commas you can keep the shit you owe to me
Holy water VVS up on my rosarie
Your money talk but mine be singing like it's Jodeci
Aquafiney on my wrist, that's flooded
Tell 'em if it ain't a blue face I don't want it
Not a single word for them bitches that fronted
Point 'em to my sack, you could hold it in a-
I let Benji do the talking, I been off it
If I want it buy the whole thing, no portions
Might have thought we was the boys when we roll Porsches
9-11 pulling up if you ever calling
I play the top hat with real cash bitch, I'm in my duffy
Top back on Countach bitch, I'm in my duffy
Contract on Koufax bitch, I'm in my duffy
If my crew stack, won't lose racks, bitch I'm in my
I been looking for some acres and they ain't green
But if I step up in the mall, I'll buy the whole thing
I call my diamonds Jerry Lawler when they in the ring
That money lingo for the ballers so don't say a thing
Shut the fuck up
Orlebar when I'm swimming through the r-r-racks
Audemar for my bid but I could get that back
Double R 12-gauge watch the kid kick back
All aboard 'cause I'm paid, bitch don't hit my jack
I pepper the diamonds, bitch I'm suddenly shining
Bling-blaow take a look, oh you suddenly blinded
My gross was hundreds and thousands
We spent hundreds on mileage
Checked the lingo when they speaking, boy them numbers be lying
Talking 'bout a dollar, I don't got it right now net
Card got declined, why you say it so loud net
Broke and got some talent, I make 20 dollar stretch
I could eat the whole month, that's 20 dollar flex
I was loosey with the moochies, let 'em hold something
I need all of that back if you owe something
I seen none of my racks from the show budget
Thought we was all up in the black but it's so blooded
How the fuck that happen
Stressing 'cause Matt backed it
Thought it was big breach
Now I'm planning for back taxes
Thrifted for mad fashion
Wonder would they refund it
Scraping for dollars but bitch I just came from making hundreds
Won't leave the crib 'cause I can't pay the metro
Won't skrt the erk 'cause I can't pay for petrol
On a ramen diet
That mean rapping rapping
'Cause I can not even cop a ramen package
No I don't smoke cheeba, can't afford that habit
If I did, I'd be talking broke boy backwoods
With the broke boy accent
Uh
Broke boy action
Hold the 20's, can't repay 'em, counting broke boy Jacksons
I don't pay 'em attention, you know I can't afford it
Maybe you should get a job, no bitch I just came from touring
And I just copped a foreign
This dollar tee came from China
Got too many on the team
My dollars be with a minus
Optics say money but my pockets they different
You know I would pay you back but pockets be tripppin'
I did the most with the gross tryna thumb through a check
Ended on the dark web bitch, I'm low on the net
Thinking numbers don't lie
Don't let these folks fool you
You ask the right questions
The numbers lie to you