Letras
Moneybags
First take no Skip Bayless
Whoa, Solo, whoa yuh
Brandon Jennings tweet me so I think I'm really ballin
That girl actin wild so she think I'm Eric Staalin
I just changed my number
But your girl still steady callin
She ain't got the cell, she gon' hit me at the office
Hot like outer space but bitch I ain't a Houston Rocket
I don't follow you that DM request yeah I blocked it
I need DJ Snake I gotta get back on my pop shit
Baby fallin down I pick her up just like a chopstick
Twista T's, bend ya knees
Twist it then twist up the tree
Tank on e
Gas it up
Call it Petro Canada
Get the pack then ran it up
I don't do them xannys bruh
Bands gettin hella fat
I'ma need a tummy tuck
Champagne sprayin everywhere yeah you better duck
When she gettin low she said that she don't do this often
You think I believe that?
I proceed with caution
My name is not Post Malone but God damn I be saucin
All she do is talkin
Open up my wallet
You know I got green
I'ma fly to Boston
I just drop the top shit
I call that whip topless
Yeah I own some stocks but I got some other options yeah
Lil Alfredo, I'm a genius with the spatula
I took that girl out on a date it ain't no calendar
I know some mans that's tryna dodge me like a challenger
And they don't wanna see me they know I'm a savage bruh yeah
I came for my half, flexin on your ass
Man I got the gas
You won't see Solo back
I finessed online, watch that money stay
You won't see Solo back
Yeah I can't feel my
Thought I seen your face yeah I knew you from before
I can't trust a
I rather roll up with my bro's
Then they saw the clothes, my case is Goyard on my phone
Up in Canada I'm playing hockey in the snow, yeah whoa