BLACK TRUCK GREETERS! lyrics

[Intro]
Woah, woah

[Chorus]
Money fallin' over, hoes comin' over
World up on my shoulders, this a Track', this not a Rover
She say she want closure, she just mad she can't get closer
None my n*ggas sober, they pour fours inside they sodas
Money green like Yoda, I get more as I get older
Pockets heavy, I told you, I got knots as fat as boulders
Always keep your heater 'cause the world just make you colder
My new b*tch a diva, all I hang around is soldiers
All-black like the reaper and my diamonds cold as polar
Black truck came with greeters, b*tch, I ball like Dennis Schröder
Jeep, it beat the Audi, b*tch, yeah

[Verse]
Fly as sh*t, high as sh*t, hide your b*tch, yeah
Most of these n*ggas clones, can tell they counterfeit, yeah
She gon' f*ck with me, she know I'm pop my sh*t, yeah
And she gon' f*ck with me, she know I pop my sh*t, yeah
Can't nobody see us, bae, this whole fit Undercover
He keep tryna save this ho, he think he Danny Glover
Throw some hoes some molly, now they kissin' on each other
They gon' do what I say 'cause I'm a young rich motherf—
Rich-ass havin' ass, I be on some big sh*t
n*ggas out here tellin' on us, they be on some pig sh*t
Boy, can't trust, say I should change my name 'cause, b*tch, I'm Really Rich
n*gga music shootin' in the air'cause all he do is miss
Trackhawk, GT3, Corvette, R31, I'm really lit
Top floor, ain't nobody over us, this really it
Nachos, n*ggas mad they stressin' out, they really p*ssed
Ha-ha, laughin' to the bank, I'm really spinnin' sh*t
5.56 to your lil' melon, I bet it's gon' hit
Every time I step inside that stu', b*tch, that's another hit
A fronto to the face, still feel the pain, I took another hit
If she come over, then that's not your b*tch, lil' bro, I bet I hit, yeah
[Chorus]
Money fallin' over, hoes comin' over
World up on my shoulders, this a Track', this not a Rover
She say she want closure, she just mad she can't get closer
None my n*ggas sober, they pour fours inside they sodas
Money green like Yoda, I get more as I get older
Pockets heavy, I told you, I got knots as fat as boulders
Always keep your heater 'cause the world just make you colder
My new b*tch a diva, all I hang around is soldiers
All-black like the reaper and my diamonds cold as polar
Black truck came with greeters, b*tch, I ball like Dennis Schröder
Jeep, it beat the Audi, b*tch, yeah

[Outro]
All kinds of women, the models, no-lifes, hood rats, everything, we do it all, we don't—