歌词
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
I like money, 'cause I love the shoppin
This bitch told me to pick her so I dropped that ho a dollar (Huh, huh)
We get cash, yeah, I'm talkin' guala
Chain up, boxin' heavy, 'round my chest just like a brawler, yeah
Are you serious? She told me"Yes, bae, why you nervous?"
My brodie want the best shit, he put the work in
Where your squad at? They comin' late just like some virgins
Talk shit, but keep consistent, 'cause we might have to touch your neck
My lil' bitch spiced up, she put white shit on her breasts
I said she put that shit up on her tummy
Wa-walk in double C with contraband and covers on it
Do not talk to me, these pussies yappin' 'bout the fake shit that they got from back in 2017 with dirty money
I got so much cheese up in my pocket that these bitches turn to rats and learnin' just now how to act, but it gets funny
Whoa, but girl you're flawless to me
Walk, walk out with the baggage on me?
How'd you put all that trust up on me? Whoa
Show me it gets better for me
I like money, 'cause I love the shoppin
This bitch told me to pick her so I dropped that ho a dollar (Huh, huh)
We get cash, yeah, I'm talkin' guala
Chain up, boxin' heavy, 'round my chest just like a brawler, yeah
Are you serious? She told me"Yes, bae, why you nervous?"
My brodie want the best shit, he put the work in
Where your squad at? They comin' late just like some virgins
Talk shit, but keep consistent, 'cause we might have to touch your neck
(Squad, squad, squad)
(Yeah, yeah, huh, yeah, whoa, whoa)
