GR333N

Yeah
Got my bread up and I copped an R8
Got sick of that shit and got me a new RAF
I step on these hoes cuz these bitches is fake
Don't step up to me see the look on my face
I ain't got time for niggas too much on my plate
How much you making with minimum wage
Stacking my cheddar, got money for days
I tell these bitches fuck out of my face
I see these bitches is doggin' me
What the fuck is your philosophy
Sorry you Sorry, not takin' apologies
Running the game like monopoly
Yuh, post a pic and they follow me
Niggas will never catch on to me
Getting to high, smoking collard greens
So that mean I'm building tolerance
THC my antidote
I swear the money be calling me
Bring that back to my ken-folk
It really didn't mean much, honestly
Tell me how much you be makin'
I bet I spend that in Vegas, yeah
Basic
They is still tryna get famous
Telling you right now that you ain't gone make it, yuh
These bitches ain't gonna make it
Can't fathom the money I'm making
Smoking weed like a Jamaican
Then I level up super saiyan
I level up super saiyan
I got the baddest bitch and I'm not playing, yuh
Just like your outfit, yuh
Your bitch need changing, yuh
Because it's basic, yuh
That bitch is basic, yuh
She angry, she angry
That little bitch need a spankin'
Gettin' that guap
Why would I stop
Couldn't catch up even if you an op
Acting up because these bitches cannot
Imma stack it up, view looking good from the top
Already been had the shit that you got
Can't pronounce none of the stores that I shop
Just look at me, everything top of the notch
I'm over these squares, I'm playing hop-scotch
Walk-in, walk-out, you embarrassed
All-of-a sudden, they caring
Making more money than both of your parents
Girls going crazy they looking like Karens
This is my money so why would I share it
My bad bitch, she gonna cherish me
My bitch she gonna um cherish me
These bitches trying embarrassing
This is not daddy's allowance
My money's a mountain, gotta keep my balance
And there's no going around it, yuh
And there's no going around it, yeah
There is no going around it, at this point I'm feeling bad for my accountant
They drowning in paper-work
I keep on counting so I make it rain like a fountain
Got my bread up and I copped an R8
Got sick of that shit and got me a new RAF
I step on these hoes cuz these bitches is fake
Don't step up to me see the look on my face
I ain't got time for niggas too much on my plate
How much you making with minimum wage
Stacking my cheddar, got money for days
I tell these bitches fuck out of my face
Bounce it
I like how this shit is soundin'
I like how this shit is soundin'
Okay, let's bounce it
Bounce it
I get the money, Im countin'
I get the money, Im countin', and none of these niggas know nun' about it, yeah