[Chorus]
We can talk about money, power
We can talk about clothes
We can talk about mackin' b*tches
We can talk about flows
Who can f*ck wit it?
Who can f*ck wit it?
[Verse 1]
We can talk about money, power
We can talk about gats
We can talk about slangin' dope for hours
Man let's talk about that
Who can f*ck wit it?
Jump out the curb and I had to blast
Eight-ball in the corner of a grocery bag
Cocaine, white b*tch, with a steroid ass
Said she got the fake titties for a real n*gga
That's why I'm still witcha
Told her "Baby girl, I just wanna build witcha"
I'm rich but I still deal witcha
So fresh, so clean, take a still picture
Took a couple pills and it made me sicker
Blunt after blunt 'til I can't remember
Made a four-course meal and it ain't November
Rap like Jesus, boy and it ain't December
Fig Side, Hoover Street gang member
Short, fat n*gga with a short temper
Telescope makes it a
Give that f*ck boy a temper
Snipe his pimple, red dot, red dot, makes it simple
No love shown, I ain't sentimental
Man I write right to the instrumental
Bad little b*tch in the driver seat
Her range, no tint, high as me
Still haven't met a n*gga get high as we
Natural leaf, with an ounce of tree
Smoke that real with a half of P
Sour dies, this OG, get so high we don't need feet
Ball so hard we don't need cleats
[Chorus]
We can talk about money, power
We can talk about clothes
We can talk about mackin' b*tches
We can talk about flows
Who can f*ck wit it?
Who can f*ck wit it?
[Verse 2]
Baby girl (hum) girl on my di*k huh
All cause a little sh*t that I kick huh
She know a n*gga real, y'all fiction
Got a tough FILA hoe just pick one
Lil Missy and a G BB
Rubber on, balls deep when I skeet, skeet
Two tits, my di*k, that's 3D
Had a little nurse chick, drove a CC
She project to me how's Ms. Sanchez?
ScHoolboy and everyone on campus
I should major in giving hoes the business
Tell them ScHoolgirl Q's in the Fendi
Who f*ck wit it? (uhh)
Racket out, tennis game
Gon' f*ck around and see me with Serena mane
My mind on Venus, and her mind on p*nis
n*gga, and I mean this
Flow be the meanest
Flow be the cleanest
Flow be the purist
Flow so wavy
n*ggas try to catch the currents
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f*ck you n*ggas that comparing
I don't wipe n*ggas debt I'm referning
I'm burning, b*tch why is you staring?
Prolly cause up we get turning
[Chorus]
We can talk about money, power
We can talk about clothes
We can talk about mackin' b*tches
We can talk about flows
Who can f*ck wit it?
Who can f*ck wit it?
[Outro]
I say hands in the air for a millionaire
Hands in the air for a millionaire
Whatcha talkin' man?
Only hit it one time, don't call her man