I'm not here for your entertainment You don't really wanna mess with me tonight Just stop and take a second I was fine before you walked into my life Cause you know it's over, before it began Keep your drink, just give me the money It's just you and your

I make money off of bein' myself Get a glimpse of my potential when I believe in myself It's gettin' harder to tell the difference between reality and dreams The lines keep blurrin' like I'm drivin' half asleep I'm invitin' you to see who's next up in

I’m so wavy, I’m so wavy, I’m so wavy, I’m so wavy When I wake up in the morning I roll up and count my money All my bitches love me, they gon’ answer for a real one Dollar $ign Mustard on the beat hoe I’m so wavy, I’m so wavy, all these bitches wanna

I got bands in the coupe (Coupe) Bustin' out the roof All I really wanna see is the (Money) I don't really need the D, I need the (Money) Touch me, I'll shoot (Bow) I was born to flex (Yes) Diamonds on my neck I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex

No K, that's what I say when I don't really wanna Say that it's all right but it's all right (No, no, no) No K, that's what I tell you when I ain't just trynna Talk to you all night (No-oh) Can't get my money (No-oh) That's not okay (No-oh) And I'm one

Young money Mack I'm goin' in I'm a Millionaire I'm a Young Money Millionaire, tougher than Nigerian hair My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed Threw the pencil and leak on the sheet of the

Uh oh, fresh out the bed Uh oh, count up the deads You niggas in trouble (niggas in trouble) You niggas in trouble No forreal, no cap, my money long like anacondas If you think about runnin' with that then you in trouble Fresh out, outta the bed, count

The clock has ticked eleven and the place is clear Reality is kicking in and so is my beer I don't make excuses when it's all my fault If a heart is made of money he's cleaned out my vault I feel a little wounded and it isn't fair To sit inside a parlour

It cost me a lot, my chain and my watch If we ever go broke girl, then time is all we got No more Mr. Nice Guy, hello Mr. Nice Watch They say time is money but really it's not And you can't make that back, no you can't make that back So let's ball while

If she wanna dance, let her dance for the money, ooh I don't need no friends if you really wanna know the truth I lost all my friends countin' bands in the Bentley coupe Diamonds on me doin' handstands, Rosé on my tooth Lost a few friends chasin' hand