Letras
I got money, I got dough
Watch, cars, hundred racks
They didn't want me to grow
They want to stop my flow
I only roll with the back
Bad thing got me feeling nice
Just what I said I'ma do
Yeah I got money to blow
I be spending for no reason
You know, yeah you know the facts
I like my check on sight
Then I fly out with no visa
They know my name in Ibiza
They know my name in the sky
DM, on the right dVLM on the flight
I got money, I got hoes
Force my haters watch me grow
We been buying, check the store
Check my lunch, yeah it's full of that dough
Bad bitch right beside me
I got slopes on my neck, yeah I'm icy
Eyes red need some Visine
Yellin fuck a nigga who don't like me
(Fuck em') f'in on me, I'm gon pop it
Think we Houston with these rockets
I got these racks bussin out my pockets
Told a lil baby come fuck with some bosses
I got money, I got dough
Suicide, the lambo doors vVS, froze
These baguettes anemic, they got colds
I got money, I got dough
Watch, cars, hundred racks
They didn't want me to grow
They want to stop my flow
I only roll with the back
Bad thing got me feeling nice
Just what I said I'ma do
Yeah I got money to blow
I got money, I got dough
Watch, cars, hundred racks
They didn't want me to grow
They want to stop my flow
I only roll with the back
Bad thing got me feeling nice
Just what I said I'ma do
Yeah I got money to blow
Blueface baby yeah, yeah ight (vroom)
I just landed Belly (Belgium)
Gym, and a Telle (Work out)
Go get a bag, don't be jelly (Oh)
Peanut butter inside of the Bentley
I got 'tings waitin' in the lobby
VVS hit like Ricky