$$$

No throwbacks

We're getting money

We don't hold back

It's nothing funny

I be by, by my lonely

I take shots like he told me

Got a million-dollar stack

And you're going where I'm at

And we're going for a drive

I want your lips, and I'm coming right back

I'm looking fine, can you call me right back

I love these hoes, and they love me right back

And it's lowkey kinda sad

You ain't been watching my back, my back

I got my mind on my money now

I'm clocking in and out of the bank

He's looking at me funny now

It's not what you think

It's not adding up

Every day in the club

Bottles poppin' and tings

Everyone is showing up

You dulling my ting

(you dulling my ting)

Bottles poppin' going off

And I sing my ting

Everyone's showing love