making this cash

(Damn Bowie, you made this beat?)

Say that I'm broke, boy, that's cap

Every day, counting up racks

Every dollar, I make it back

Why don't you stick to the facts

Say you ballin, where your blues at?

Say you poppin, where your views at?

They like "Who's that?" I'm like "Newsflash

I'm the goat but y'all already knew that"

They can say what they want, but I just keep making this cash

They can say what they want, but I'ma just get to the bag, yeah

I'll just keep on making this cash

Every day, I'm getting these racks

I just keep making this cash, yeah

Count it up, count it up fast

All up in my comments, I'm like "Who are you?"

I'ma go fly to the islands, catch me in Tuvalu

Crazy I made all these bands, just off Fruity Loops

They wanna find my secrets, huh, like Scooby-Doo

Huh, your whole paycheck, I just spent it

I done made too many racks, had to put my pockets on Ozempic, huh

I'm still the goat and I been

You switch up, bro, don't call me your twin

They like "How you keep up with this shit?"

They like "Bowie, how you make all these hits?"

I told 'em it's not a mystery

Talk down and you gon' be history

Two years, I know that they miss me

But I always come back like a frisbee

I mean a boomerang

Hop on the track, they gon' know my name

I don't give a fuck what they say

Just making money day after day, huh

They can say what they want, but I just keep making this cash

They can say what they want, but I'ma just get to the bag, yeah

I'll just keep on making this cash

Every day, I'm getting these racks

I just keep making this cash, yeah

Count it up, count it up fast