[Verse 1]
Money is the motive
Bitches be the reason
I be on my shit in every single different season
Posted up at Denny's
Money in my fist
Need a fucking bodyguard just to take a piss

People all up on my dick
But I ain't even worried
I swear every day's the same
Shouts' to fucking Bill Murray

Comfy in my jacket
Cool up in my house
While you're out there, I'm in here
With your girl on my couch

Fuck you (x2)

[Verse 2]
Fried chicken
I'm still rhyming
I'm still sticking
I've been tripping
So I bought shoes without laces
Different places

But the people still the same
Coming up to me like "Yo, where you from?" "What's your name?"
Bitch, get out my face
If I wanted an interview
I'd call the bank because they know who I am
I'm in there every fucking day
Because my mom works there, dawg