[Verse 1]
My flesh got the original tint
My neck speaks Cuban Peep Jesus and squint
Y’all get fly, but I’m a different refresh
You buy off the rack
I dress my di*k to the left
You never got suited, never got fitted
So the sh*t I’m talkin bout
You never gon’ get it
We f*ck the same b*tches, that’s basics
Split they tongue like a pair of Asics
Catapult cocaine and curb cases
Keep a four five on and roll seises (sixes)
I'm winning comfort is a trophy
See me when you see me, then you’ll probably see me OT, uh
Shirtless with shades on, whippin’ something foreign
I keep my wrist wrapped like I’m sparring
Rocking a pair of NB's
New chick flipping like 10 P's
[Chorus]
Get money, get money
Keep stuntin’, keep stuntin’
Bag b*tches, bag b*tches
Go crush ‘em
Get money, get money
Keep stuntin’, keep stuntin’
Bag b*tches, bag b*tches
Go crush ‘em
Bottles on my table, b*tches on my lap
Money in my pocket, that’s a motherf*cking fact
Bottles on my table, b*tches on my lap
Money in my pocket, that’s a motherf*cking fact
[Verse 2]
Lunch at Don Pepe’s, life in rap essays
Top grain leather, we tryna enjoy decades
Toast to my future, stayin’ close to my past
Hustlin’ the present cause a n*gga need cash
Y’all n*ggas need a fresh advisor
I stay swervin’ like I couldn’t pass a breathalyzer
Used to take it easy, now I’m takin’ over
Never been a cobra, hoppin’ out the Rover
If not I got the ruger, hoppin’ out the Uber
Beef is for the street, don’t be a thug on the computer
Eat good, drink good, live better, get cheddar
Disease stricken wool I usually rock a sick sweater
Sneakers in my closet, b*tches in my jack
Money in my pocket, that’s a motherf*cking fact
Peace to Mr. Wonderful
If n*ggas looking for that work, we got a bundle full
[Chorus]