[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, bring that money home (Yeah), daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home (Yeah), daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home (Yeah), daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home (Yeah), daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home (Yeah), daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home (Yeah), daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home (Yeah), daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
She a loyal bitch, you gotta pay for those
She a spoiled lil' bitch, I bought her all her clothes
You know I treat you good, I don't wanna meet your hoes
I took you out the hood, I took you to my shows
We took a lot of pics and now we look like goals
We tried some new things, wе fucked a couple hoes
You changin' mood swings, you got mе, I don't know
We gettin' back in, walked through the back door
You had some surgeries, but it's still fat, though
You like the cash, girl, you helped the cash grow
You drive a Lambo' with some leg room
Girl, I'm waitin' on you, bring that bag home, ooh

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, bring that money home (Yeah), daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home (Yeah), daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home (Yeah), daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home (Yeah), daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home (Yeah), daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home (Yeah), daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home (Yeah), daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, bring that money home, Uzi waitin' for it (Yeah)
Bring that money home (Huh?), Uzi waitin' for it (Yeah)
Bring that money home, Uzi waitin' for it (Yeah), I've been patient, shorty
Heard you go with a rookie, and your bags is loaded
Rose gold on them pointers I gave you just to match your Rollie (Splash)
They try and snatch your Rollie (Huh?), I'm gon' blast the .40 (Frrah)
They say her body fake, ooh, it feel real to me (Me)
It feel real to me (Me), I'ma just pay the fee (Ooh)
Rocking my main, need no Wrangler, so I can't drive no Jeep (Skrrt)
I might just give her the keys right to the Bentley, no lease (No cap)
Go to New York to find my B, but ain't no cuff from police

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, bring that money home (Yeah), daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home (Yeah), daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home (Yeah), daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home (Yeah), daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home (Yeah), daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home (Yeah), daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home (Yeah), daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Playboi Carti]
Play with bitches, she don't play with hoes
Yeah, she with the shits, she might kill a ho, yeah
If it's 'bout Yung Carti, yeah, my bitch on go
When she on that molly, anything goes
She was in Miami on a fuckin' boat
With some ball players, she left them n***as broke
She just text my phone, told me, "I'm alone"
I respond back, "When you comin' home?"
She respond back, "I was in my zone"
The money counter on, the money counter on
Uh, hold up, what you talkin' 'bout? Come here
Waitin' on you, bring that bag home, ooh
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it
Bring that money home