(Verse 1: Coleman Williams)
I got the ring money
Like, look at the joy that she bring to me
For the honeymoon, don't trip, I'm taking you to the moon like Kid Cudi
I used to mock what people would play on the aux, and I think it's still funny
Smiling to myself, like "look at the things that no one can steal from me"
Yuh, yuh
No shortage of soul, just time
Shopping and flexing but you should just rhyme
I'm not impressed
"Okay Google, next"
Big head, so God leave a thorn in my flesh
I put my eggs in one basket and hope that it hatch
Come take a look at my stash
If I want a different result then we shouldn't match
Switchin' my plan of attack
Please spend your time, not your cash, or I know you ain't gonna last
Throwing your money and think(ing) it'll blast, while I watch your flame becoming an ash
It's funny how winning don't feel like your winning
You won't make it far if your God is a feeling
It's more about knowing and less about feeling
It's less about talking and more about hearing

(Chorus: Coleman Williams)
I got the ring money
Like, look at the joy that she bring to me
For the honeymoon, don't trip, I'm taking you to the moon like Kid Cudi
I used to mock what people would play on the aux, and I think it's still funny
Smiling to myself, like "look at the joy"
(Verse 2: Coleman Williams)
Yuh
I'm nice for you, not for me
I'm not scared of you, you're scared of me
I think things that I don't say
Lord help me
I need a break for their sake, or I'll breakdown
I've been dealing with this ache since the playground
I know I'll pass out, can't lay down
So I don't get rest but I'm paid now
People think fans are some kind of gift that you get but no one's entitled to it
I don't need your music, man, you gotta earn my respect
I don't know what you expected
Self-pity don't flatter you, screw that petty dumb attitude
Too many lack any gratitude
That was me once, I ain't mad at you
This is a crimson cord for the misinformed
How're we still sinning and we've been adorned?
Sin died on a sycamore so I talk less and I listen more
Big hole in my chest, I'm messed up, I need to fill it more
Dreaming of leaving this earth but I've got a whole lot worth living for

(Bridge: Coleman Williams)
Look at the things that no one can steal from me, yeah yeah

(Verse 3: Rhomar Jessy)
If you may have hurt me in the past, man, it's cool now
I prefer forgiving over letting me lose my cool now
Jealousy the energy that we don't reciprocate
Envy and the gossip, all that shh we don't appreciate
Orange puff around me, my hair's not two-toned
No longer alone, my wife my cologne
My wife my cologne, oh yeah, I smell good
My wife my cologne, oh yeah, I smell good
Feel like mufasa, they lying and preying on me
Devil's a monster but God sent down angels on me
I sowed the pain, now it's pleasure, this game ain't for free
My shawty left-hand ice cold, that Ginóbili on freeze
(I don't need to explain what I wanna do to you. That's why I'm gonna end the song this way. Let's go)