Lil Nas X lyrics

[Chorus]
Talk 'bout that money, we could walk and go get it
Duh, if she f*cking, tell her ride and come get in
That's not my b*tch, I'm just with her for the feeling
Cutter with a switch, go back-to-back just like I'm Drizzy
(Alright, come on)
Talk 'bout that money, we could walk and go get it
Duh, if she f*cking, tell her ride and come get in
That's not my b*tch, I'm just with her for the feeling
Cutter with a switch, go back-to-back just like I'm Drizzy

[Verse]
A— A— Audemars Piguet beside the frame, they gon' skizz-ate
She like "Is you heaven?," I'm like "Lil ho, is you silly?"
I mix Rick with the Raf, put my diamonds in a bath
You's a b*tch, you ain't sh*t
You's a ho, you's a cap
I'm so rich, I'm so lit
I got sh*t you can't have
That's your b*tch, that's my b*tch
Oh, for sure, you could have
Get a P, move a P, break it down to a half
Went from B to the K with a ruler like Santan'
No, don't do Xan's
Draco my lil b*tch, it got a di*k, I call it trans
He stalk on my page, that n*gga moving like a fan
Wake up, brush my teeth and then I give praise to The Man
He gon' sell his soul and then gon' look like Lil Nas
Cook with that bag
Rook on the field, I'm a vet with that mag
Balenciaga and Goyard be the swag
Cu— Cut n*ggas off if they moving hella wack
Bough— Bought my mom a Benz and it's not a f*cking rental
I'm pushing a Lambo', with white ho got good dental
She move like she innocent, but that lil ho a nympho
.556's hit him, put some dimples in his rental
I'm from Houston, Texas, where we sip Codeine and kick doors
All praise to Allah 'cause without him, I wouldn't be sh*t, though
[Chorus]
(Alright, come on)
Talk 'bout that money, we could walk and go get it

[Outro]
Duh, if she f*cking, tell her ride and come get in