[Intro]
Ay man you know
Don't count me out till I stop countin' money (b*tch)
Yeah
[Chorus]
Keep my money on me [?]
And I stay pourin' up lean, no I don't drink no bombay
And that b*tch better be bad like Beyoncé
If she ain't bad like Beyoncé, she get no play
All that pocket watching n*ggas doin', we gon' laugh at y'all
All this ice around my neck, yeah it hit like Pacquiao
I'm in the front, I ain't ever been in the back of y'all
And my earrings look like some f*ckin' basketballs, ah
[Verse 1]
b*tch I graduated from the streets, I got me my diploma
I put biscotti in my Backwood, fire it up, I love the aroma
I get with your b*tch, you know I'm gon' bone her
I'm rockin' V-lone, you know I'm a loner
I ain't a hippy, you know I'm a stoner
Get hit with the stick, you gon' be in a coma, uh
I'm in that [?] on the back streets
We throwin' 1s in [?] and we fifty deep
Go to [?] and make it rain, now we can't see our feet
They like my style, they like my drip, they say I'm so unique
And I'm never cheeks
Serve you at a meet & greet
You trippin' 'bout your main ho, I f*cked that ho like last week
Money stackin' up, I stack that sh*t up to my knees
I'm makin' plays, I'm puttin' that sh*t together, Drew Brees
[Chorus]
Keep my money on me [?]
And I stay pourin' up lean, no I don't drink no Bombay
And that b*tch better be bad like Beyoncé
If she ain't bad like Beyoncé, she get no play
All that pocket watching n*ggas doin', we gon' laugh at y'all
All this ice around my neck, yeah it hit like Pacquiao
I'm in the front, I ain't ever been in the back of y'all
And my earrings look like some f*ckin' basketballs, ah
[Verse 2]
Yeah, earrings hit like Pacquiao
I don't know 'em, who is this guy? Why he tryna dap me down?
I walk in the club with my strap, they don't pat me down
And all they fake Instagram models, yeah they at me now, yeah
(f*ckin' for some cheap liquor and some hookah
I know you, I'm a king like muthaf*ckin' Martin Luther
Please don't push me, I'll shoot you
And the money sign?) That's my marker [?]
I'm 'bout to slam a n*gga b*tch, Lex Luger
And everybody gettin' hit, whoever next to you
Cold heart, [?] coats for the winter
She talkin' sh*t but she gave me head on the Sprinter
[Chorus]
Keep my money on me [?]
And I stay pourin' up lean, no I don't drink no Bombay
And that b*tch better be bad like Beyoncé
If she ain't bad like Beyoncé, she get no play
All that pocket watching n*ggas doin', we gon' laugh at y'all
All this ice around my neck, yeah it hit like Pacquiao
I'm in the front, I ain't ever been in the back of y'all
And my earrings look like some f*ckin' basketballs, ah