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

Rose from the cracks with the rats and the roaches (roaches) Bitch, you know what I'm totin' Bust a duffel bag bag open (uh!) (open) Hush money money in the sofa (shhh) Came, came in a Benz, not a Focus (Focus) Fall asleep with the stove lit Ho-hocus Pocus

I can transform ya, Anything ya want, I can get it for ya, Your my baby girl shoulda know I did it for ya, I can trans, I can trans, I can transform ya Shoes you got it (got it) Bags you got it (got it), Cars you got it (got it), Money Money still got it (got

Blame it on the bag bag You can blame it on the bag bag If you wonderin’ why I changed up Tell ‘em the money money is why I changed up I’m gettin' high smokin’ with angels You know I can hate that’s what a lame does Bring it back stackin’ this money money But I still can’t

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

End of discussion I went from nothing to something I want them real deal hunnids Ooh, she a blondie, look like Kehlani Pussy tsunami Ain't talkin' no money, it's nothing Big bag, bag, truckload (huh) I'm in her throat (throat) Plug call, I finesse for the

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

(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

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

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)