[Intro: Deante’ Hitchcock]
I got money now, ooh
Ayy, ooh, damn, okay
Ayy-ooh, ayy-ooh

[Verse 1: Deante’ Hitchcock]
Remember they told me that I wouldn't get it
Then I went and got it (Hey, okay)
I ain't have shit but lint in my pockets, n***a
I was havin' withdrawals, now I'm at the bank
Makin' deposits, n***a
Shout out to 50, boy, get rich or die tryin'
Ain't no other option, I gotta go get it
Remember my mom bein' broke as a joke, pay the rent with the light bill, shawty
They cut off the lights, it was dark at the house
But I knew I was bright still, shawty
Then they cut off the heat and my heart got cold
I'm talkin' a'bout ice chills, shawty
I knew I was great, even though n***as hated
I made it like Mike WiLL, shawty
Went from eatin' on ramen to gettin' it poppin'
Can't take shit for granted, you know how we rockin'
I made it look easy, like Straight Outta Compton
And now I'm on go, ain't no motherfuckin' stoppin'
You see what I saw comin' up from the bottom
Made me a menace like Dennis, no Rodman (Ayy, ooh)
Gettin' the shit, ain't no muhfuckin' problem (Ayy, ayy)
Said get 'em, I got 'em, quit fuckin' around, n***a (Ayy, ayy)
[Pre-Chorus: Deante’ Hitchcock]
N***a, fire the blunt, ayy
For all of the times we were late on the rent at the first of the month, ayy
It was PB&J every day, now we eatin' on conch for lunch, ayy
Now I walk in the store with my momma and tell her to buy what she want
I ain't hearin' that shit that you talkin' 'bout

[Chorus: Deante’ Hitchcock]
Shut the fuck up, I got money now, bitch
(Okay, okay, okay)
Shut the fuck up, I got money now, bitch
Ayy-ooh

[Verse 2: Deante’ Hitchcock]
I ain't had no money, my n***as was hungry
My pockets was empty like Chick-Fil-A, Sunday
My future was pretty, my past was ugly
But now I'm back in my bag, lil' buddy
We got the shit out the muhfuckin' mud
And now we wasn't the freshest, but we wasn't bummy
That shit ain't no joke when your money be funny
So I had to jump in the game like Jumanji
I ain't had no money to help out my momma
That shit had me frustrated, shawty
Lookin' back at the sack at the end of the month like
My n***a, we just made it, shawty
Now the baddest bitches be tryna fuck
I can get them all butt naked, shawty
I ain't even tryna fuck on my ex no more
Tell that bitch, I done upgraded, shawty
Find out what I was worth when I put on the tax
Built my foundation, no Fenty, no MAC
Stay out the way, go get money and stack
But if my momma still workin', I cannot relax
These n***as goofy, I'm turnt to the max
I got your babe by my side, word to Zack
And I'm with Von, Quez, Dre, and Mac
N***a, we off the broke, and we ain't goin' back
[Pre-Chorus: Deante’ Hitchcock]
N***a, fire the blunt, ayy
For all of the times we were late on the rent at the first of the month, ayy
It was PB&J every day, now we eatin' on conch for lunch, ayy
Now I walk in the store with my momma and tell her to buy what she want
I ain't hearin' that shit that you talkin' 'bout

[Chorus: Deante’ Hitchcock & JID]
Shut the fuck up, I got money now, bitch (Yeah)
Yeah yeah
(Okay, okay, okay)
Shut the fuck up, I got money now, bitch
Ayy I got

[Verse 3: JID]
'Member we stayed in the 'partment
The house was provided by government
And my cousin them slept on the couch with the oven open
Bitch, it felt like The Revenant
Get the covers and read a new covenant, cut the shit
I've been fuckin' the shit out my bucket list
Drop my nuts on the lips of a lusty bitch
For the love of the money, I'm bussin'
Who tryna take it from me?
Shit, I'ma need commissary
If you come for the commas, the consequences
Very common sense to tell 'em
Comin' from never havin' shit is scary as killin' a bear
The frigidity is a bitch, Will Perry in a six
An enigma nigra in a tinted Benz
I done missed the pen, then I gripped the pen
N***as slit me in, n***a, this revenge
Fuck what they talkin' (Woah, shit, woah, shit)
I got a driver, but I was just walkin' (Woah, shit, woah, shit)
I'm a survivor like Jigga, lil' shawty (Woah, shit, woah, shit)
But I was the littlest pick of the litter with shit on my paw
(Woah, shit, woah, shit, woah, shit)
Not at the top, so if I ever drop, I ain't goin' to fall
(Woah, shit, woah, shit, woah, shit)
But we goin' far as forever, infinity, it ain't no quittin'
(Woah, shit, woah, shit, woah, shit)
Me hold that thought
[Pre-Chorus: Deante’ Hitchcock]
N***a, fire the blunt, ayy
For all of the times we were late on the rent at the first of the month, ayy
It was PB&J every day, now we eatin' on conch for lunch, ayy
Now I walk in the store with my momma and tell her to buy what she want
I ain't hearin' that shit that you talkin' 'bout

[Chorus: Deante’ Hitchcock]
Shut the fuck up, I got money now