Uh, six, five, four, eight (what?)
That's my money pin
Don't flex fake pape' (no)
Check me, take these wins
Flexin' like a cheapskate (cheap)
Got a shiny grin
Money wide, like a cape
I don't fuck with crêpes
What's for din', mate?
Eatin' forty-k steak off a gold plate (skrrt)
Got green, red, blue, money and it ain't fake
I said green money, red money, blue money, wait
It's a green, red, blue, money gettin' kind of day
Still on the lick, boy, never change, medicate
Son, what the stick for? Featherweight, Holloway
Max with the hits, boy, never fake, better take
Bic to the spliff, that's everyday, levitate
Know who I is, bitch, step away, relegate
Still on the pimp shit, get the play, never stay
Real since the bib, don't need a chase, hit it straight
Slumped for a bit, but he not erased, by the grace, yeah
No gimmicks, just a show for the cynics
And a little dope in 'em, you don't know what you missin', mamí
Yeah, you won't get it, so go on with the trippin'
Tommy where the O's fitted, boy, it's cold where we livin', yeah
Seventeen, we was gettin' blowed in the Civic
We would never scheme, only pull a ho off the image
'Cause I'm everything, that these niggas know that they isn't
And I never dream, put it on the flow, then I get it, yeah
Six, five, four, eight (what?)
That's my money pin
Don't flex fake pape' (no)
Check me take these wins
Flexin' like a cheapskate (cheap)
Got a shiny grin
Money wide, like a cape
I don't fuck with crêpes
What's for din', mate?
Eatin' forty-k steak off a gold plate (skrrt)
Got green, red, blue, money and it ain't fake
I said green money, red money, blue money, wait
It's a green, red, blue, money gettin' kind of day (uh)
Tell me if I overstep, Prozac
Might just make a rack and then I'd spend it on a plaque
I need that bag, make sure it's big
I don't do trig', I don't do math
But I can sure as hell tell when the bag is lookin' thick
If the money be a race, and I'm pumpin' up the pace
If I break my leg from runnin' it, I'll cop a golden brace
If your girl see my waist, yeah, it's straight to first base
And these zeroes give me faith, let me put you in your place
You a comma, all you do is cause a little bit of that drama
I'm a bougie ass goat, bitch, call me llama
Tommy on my body while I'm flexin' in bahama
Lookin' for an avocado, thinkin' 'bout guala
Green money, red money, blue money, bitch
Green money, red money, blue money, bitch (ha)
Green money, red money, blue money, bitch
Ayy, I ain't think I got complaints
Yeah, I feel ecstatic
Got my money where I wanted it to be
I can't complain, I just got bumped up to a first-class seat
Is this flight attendant really tryna hit on me?
I don't know, maybe it's a possibility that I smash
Fourteen hours on a flight, I will not pass up ass
Find me on an island, day dreamin' about the cash
Foreign money, yeah, I got it, lots of rain, lots of sun
That's a rainbow, check my wallet
I got green money, red money, blue money, bitch
Green money, red money, blue money, bitch
Green money, red money, blue money, bitch
ha ha It's bbno$
