$ (Money) lyrics

[Intro]
Can't rush the vibe, brando
Oh, lil’ bro made this?

[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
If it's 'bout my money, I'm taxin' ho's
If it's 'bout my mans, I'm whackin' ho's
Crazy-ass b*tch, I'm attractive ho
Let the gang-run through, pass the ho
Smash the ho, pass the ho
Bat the ho, then trash the ho
Trash the ho, smash the ho
Pass the ho, then bat the ho
Bhabie might pull up, smack the ho
Talkin’ real tough, get you out the door
Let ho get put in b*tch hold, bands show
Bhabie come through with all the dough
Bhabie come through with all the racks
Pull up, get your sh*t snatched
Like "Lil' b*tch, let me get that
Now you won't get that sh*t back"

[Verse 1: Bhad Bhabie]
Ho's talk tough through they phone screen
When you see me, pus*y b*tch, hope you could hold speak
They say, "Bhabie, she all talk, won't pull up to the scene"
We push up hunnid deep and black, b*tch, you’ll notice me
Yeah, you’ll know it’s me, his biggest fantasy
One text is all it takes, I had that ass to sleep
He say I'm all he need, that's let him join the team
And when his phone ringin' back-to-back, you know it’s me
[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie]
If it's 'bout my money, I'm taxin' ho's
If it's 'bout my mans, I'm whackin' ho's
Crazy-ass b*tch, I'm attractive ho
Let the gang run through, pass the ho
Smash the ho, pass the ho
Bat the ho, then trash the ho
Trash the ho, smash the ho
Pass the ho, then bat the ho
Bhabie might pull up, smack the ho
Talkin’ real tough, get you out the door
Let ho put ha in a b*tch hold, bands show
Bhabie come through with all the dough
Bhabie come through with all the racks
Pull up, get your sh*t snatched
Like "Lil' b*tch, let me get that
Now you won't get that sh*t back"

[Verse 2: Lil Gotit]
He shoynk, I shlang that, n*ggas ain't get sh*t back
Ruger's and Glock 9's and babies pushin' sh*t back
Runnin' up a check, I'm reminiscing, hittin' four flags
In that one way course it, nah f*ck it, rush that
Play with me an' get geezy, small talk be the cheapest
Oh Bhad Bhabie take it easy, don't do a whole n*gga greedy
They hold for some, they need it, her cursin' on let you in here
My phone, yeah, startin' ringin'
I f*ck with you, you just don't see it
sh*ttin' by my lonely, all these ho's be on me
I know they tryna roll with me, 'cause I be stoning
Someone just phone it, a'ight, let me zone it
Credit-ass crip up on it, yeah, ass she show me
Ass she show and she say SLATT
Speakin' new truth, no, won't do that
I tray that boy he ain't dub my name
n*ggas say wait, "We got plenty guns"
We all tote shots that shoot for fun
Killin' that pus*y want drip for somethin'
Ain't sh*t, then cry made back old money
Ay, nig' gon' rob for somethin'
[Chorus: Bhad Bhabie & Lil Gotit]
If it's 'bout my money, I'm taxin' ho's ([?])
If it's 'bout my mans, I'm whackin' ho's
Crazy-ass b*tch, I'm attractive ho
Let the gang run through, pass the ho
Smash the ho, pass the ho
Bat the ho, then trash the ho
Trash the ho, smash the ho
Pass the ho, then bat the ho
Bhabie might pull up, smack the ho
Talkin’ real tough, get you out the door
Let ho put ha in a b*tch hold, bands show
Bhabie come through with all the dough
Bhabie come through with all the racks
Pull up, get your sh*t snatched
Like "Lil' b*tch, let me get that
Now you won't get that sh*t back"