What the fuck y'all mean y'all getting money? You gotta show me

Just be poppin' shit on these beats, but brudda say I'm a poet

Only time I see it, is when I pour up

Lean habits, weed habits, I'm not addicted to drugs

Addicted to money, addicted to bitches, I don't give a fuck

She like danger, she like chaos, she like all that

Put some holes inside your fitted since you think I'm ball cap

I'm not one of them niggas you can expect a call back from

Fucked her, she caught feelings, now she thinkin' I'm the one

Hit a lick in Houston, flew to Lenox, then went dumb

Thought I was a rapper now, but turns out I wasn't done

I heard money make her cum, and I might just give her some

You know it ain't nothin' to me, my pockets fat like Bun

They like how the hell they fit in, rockin' skinny denim

Plus I got the blicky, come on try me man, I'm wishin

Oh that's your bitch now? I already fucked so I ain't trippin

Might just fuck again, she keep on eyein' me up in here

Robbers eyein' me up in here, but I'm surrounded by my killas

Even if I'm dolo, I'm surrounded by my killas

Rockin' Self Conscious, but oh so confident

Everything confidential, I can't talk if I don't know who near me

I don't even know y'all niggas, why the fuck y'all niggas all in y'all feelings

Y'all don't even know me nigga, y'all might fuck around, be the next who did it

This a big stick, five-five-six, take off limbs

Say he riding bulletproof, when he hop out, gang gon' get him

I'm just, uh, yeah, talking shit off the drugs

No wait, it's the money, uh, got me high as fuck, got me

Feelin' like a made man, bitch I run the world, I got this shit inside my hand

She said it's me or the money, and of course I chose the bands

I'ma do that every time, I know that you can't stand

MDRN got me fly, don't think that I'ma land, uh

These niggas pussy, they pie, a big difference from Xan, yeah