Lotta money, I can have a cash war Flew back across the water with a passport (Ah) Lamborghini Urus is a fast car (Fast) I'm around the world, securin' me a bag, bag, boy (Boy) Call the bro neighbor like he next door (Next) Rolls Royce, got carpet in the

Oh Lord, oh Lord Oh Lord, oh Lord, do You see us down here? Sometimes I look up to the sky When I die, put my ashes in the trash bag bag I don't care where they go Don't waste your money money on my gravestone I'm more concerned about my soul Everybody's gon' die

Bass lines and cars anything fast Makin' money money last, hide it in a flask Sound of a bomb blast, throw it in tha bag bag Humping on my leg, yo I’m on my fuckin' glass Know who I am, I run this fuckin' club Tell them hoes I'll holler, stacks I got Fuck you pay

(Money Money bag, money money bag, money money bag, yeah) (Money Money bag, money money bag, money money bag) Lookin' like money money bag, money money bag, money money bag, uh I do the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari Friday This is sweet pussy Saturday, that's just what Plies say I said "Bae, it's a snack," he

Money Money bag, money money bag, hunnid bands in Ayy, I can't stress the fucking fact How much I hate my fuckin' life (Woo!) Drag myself through the days, fade Burn my soul just like a light (Okay) I was on my fuckin' way, straight Dodgin' 12 and divin' (Okay)

They know I got cash, I ain't gotta brag no more (woo, woo, woo, what?) I'm playin' with the money, I just might go snatch the boat (I just might go snatch the boat) I run through the check, but fuck it, the bag bag is close (bag is close) I don't want your

I get the money, young nigga get money, the money'll follow me (go get it) I get the money, young nigga get money, (that bag, bag, that bag bag) the money'll follow me (go get it) I get the money, the money money is nothing (go get it), I count it then fall asleep

Tip, tip, tip, tip I got some money money to spend Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it Time to stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it Man got the habit, money money poking out the bag bag I might hop out on it now, for my city brought it back Bad bitches bust it down, always

Blowing money money fast, blowing money money fast Fuck being humble, fuck being humble Tell 'em that I'm strapped, I don't wanna rumble Running through the bag, bag, running through the bag bag When you came from nothing, fuck being humble These niggas don't want it with

Trash bag, bag, full of cash, full of cash Count that up, count that up, count that up Twenties, count that Hundreds, count that Dollars, count that Money, count that Daisy it's crazy, and so as the home girl Red