[ Featuring Rich The Kid ]
Pull up in something looking like a ghost
I wipe that lil pussy just like her nose
I keep her flexing let her drive the Rolls
I quick f*ck her 'cause I gotta go
She know I want that money, want that dough
I be high baby keep it on the low
All your Louie V luggage girl I would tote
Since you stayed down had to make this one for you
I be shittin' on niggas I need a Pamper
Shout out all my DJ's rest in peace to Nando
Shout out Florida, shout out to Miami, shout out to Orlando
And ain't one thing that a Rich Homie can't do
F*cking all you nigga hoes that's why you niggas mad
Like that HOV lane in Florida boy you need a pass
Drop back in that pocket and I throw my boy the pass
I don't need no running back he might fumble and make me mad
Stuff 500 thousand ones in a f*cking trash bag
He threw a thousand in the club now that's something to laugh at
10 thousand for a juug I don't want it y'all niggas can have that
I loved reading growing up and I love me some math class
She caught a Uber to my house but had to catch a cab back
So many rooms in my house I need me a lil nanny
She wanna do me I got wood for her like a ball bat
All this money that I got if I ain't rich what do you call that
I want that money that jewelry I want all that
If you ain't talking 'bout money I'm gon' ignore that
Ignore you you ain't talking about what you supposed to nigga
Pull up in a old school, you snubbed me in high school so therefore I owe you
Mach five pull up the pro tools so I can go in on these niggas
Hold up wait so I can go in on these niggas
Pull up in something looking like a ghost
I wipe that lil' pussy just like her nose
I keep her flexing let her drive the Rolls
I quick f*ck her 'cause I gotta go
She know I want that money, want that dough
I be high baby keep it on the low
All your Louie V luggage girl I would tote
Since you stayed down had to make this one for you
Shawty stayed down so I f*ck with her
Bought that bitch a Mazi cost two fifty
I was counting up them bands they was sleeping on me
Magic City throw 100 me and Rich Homie
Rich nigga all in the Forbes f*cking your bitch on the floor
Two milli for the tour ain't trusting bitches no more
I was capping, in Givenchy with Chanel shoes
I'm in love with the money I can't cheat on you
Tear it up get up in the pussy f*ck it up
Bend over get wet, 10 chains on my neck
I'mma throw on that cum she gon' choke, I'mma go, gotta hit her in her throat
And I did this one for you I'mma tell the truth
Riding 'round going crazy I done bought the coupe
Got a silly foreign thing looking for the roof
Riding down Melrose looking for the juice
Pull up in something looking like a ghost
I wipe that lil pussy just like her nose
I keep her flexing let her drive the Rolls
I quick f*ck her 'cause I gotta go
She know I want that money, want that dough
I be high baby keep it on the low
All your Louie V luggage girl I would tote
Since you stayed down had to make this one for you
