I Look Better With Money

I got a lot that I could say baby turn me up

I ain't feeding not a flame that wanna burn me up

Guess I'm tired of the talkin baby serve it up

Whole lot of this and that, OK I heard enough

Pistol on my hip, brodie thinking that he's scaring something

Hold your tongue before your mama got a bury some

You don't want the smoke and I'm being very blunt

Acting like a hoe plus you're the one who married one

Aye, got them Cartier lens on

I ain't met a shorty that wanna put me in the friendzone

Yeah, her body gas like the Exxon

How could anybody fumble, what the fuck her ex on

Yeah, little mama out in Trinidad

Touchdown, pop a addy and she send me that

She just wanna vibe, pour the wine and a little yak

I'm in the club poppin' Ace where the winners at

I look better with money, don't I

I look better with money, don't I

I look better with money, don't I

I look better with money, don't, don't, don't, don't I

I look better with money, don't I

I look better with money, don't I

I look better with money, don't I

I look better with money, don't I

Aye, tryna make a flip til I'm rich or I'm dead

Getting dirty money til a snitch tipped Feds

Split it with my brothers, we ain't scared to break bread

Never gave a fuck what a broke bitch said

Uh, uh, uh

I was driving down south just to cop an O

Fucking dude's bitches like I want the smoke

I was getting pussy even back when I was broke

I got plans for us baby girl on the dance floor

You packing in the back like a Jansport

Need a CDL, you got a dump truck and it's BBL

You got the filler in your lips now they DSL

You a freaky ass girl, I can tell

Back when I was broke, all the women still loved me

I'm no dummy, but it's funny, I know that

I look better with money, don't I

I look better with money, don't I

I look better with money, don't I

I look better with money, don't, don't, don't, don't I