Chorus] The Kid Laroi
Sorry in advance, I don't give a fuck about love, I want bands
She won't get a dollar off the boy, no chance
You gon' lose it all for the bitch, I can't
She was at the telly throwin' it back, no hands
Throw it up, let it fall, I call that the money dance
Goddamn, too much cash, we ran out of rubber bands
Throw it up, run it up, I know I'm gon' make it back
They think I'm young and I'm dumb, so they tryna put it past

[Verse 1] The Kid Laroi
Oh, she wildin'
Twenty-one, she say she straight out of college
Best friend already hit it, she got mileage
Ooh, I can feel it in the air, Phil Collins
Dollars, all she want, I can't blame her
But shawty a thot and I just can't save her
I don't do no favors, talk to you later
I don't wanna tell you again

[Chorus] The Kid Laroi & Young 5150
Sorry in advance, I don't give a fuck about love, I want bands
She won't get a dollar off the boy, no chance
You gon' lose it all for the bitch, I can't
She was at the telly throwin' it back, no hands
Throw it up, let it fall, I call that the money dance
Goddamn, too much cash, we ran out of rubber bands
Throw it up, run it up, I know I'm gon' make it back
They think I'm young and I'm dumb, so they tryna put it past
[Verse 2] Young 5150
Like juice said bitch put my heart up in that bag
It’s a robbery so you better take a step back
I feel like I’m X why you mad she upset
She know I’m the best I don’t need no contest
Look at me I’m on fire, fire in my head
I’m on fire in my head feel like Johnny Test
Yo bitch in my fuckin bed shakin like Tourettes
I said shit I don’t really have no contest
Killing all these beats bitch like a walking dead
I’m on this beat and I ain’t doin my best
Pull up in this bitch took a right then a left
I said hold on baby girl
I’m sorry in advance
I can’t be your man
Bitch you can not be my friend
Money coming in counting up the dividends
Wanna get it in girl we can get it in
Imma dunk on the rim Kevin Durant

[Chorus] The Kid Laroi & Young 5150
Sorry in advance, I don't give a fuck about love, I want bands
She won't get a dollar off the boy, no chance
You gon' lose it all for the bitch, I can't
She was at the telly throwin' it back, no hands
Throw it up, let it fall, I call that the money dance
Goddamn, too much cash, we ran out of rubber bands
Throw it up, run it up, I know I'm gon' make it back
They think I'm young and I'm dumb, so they tryna put it past
[Verse 3] Young 5150
She like damn who is you
I’m with laroi too
And that boy from Waterloo
Pull up in my new coupe
This is what we finna do
Babygirl I make a move
I’m finna put her in the mood
Ay uh huh
Goin hard super saiyan I’m goku
Babygirl you know it’s me yes I’m too cool
I be too rad
I be too rude
That’s just what I do
They can’t stop me
She from college
Ridin
She gon get excited
Take off pilot
Let me get inside it
And I’m not even tryin
Bitch why you wylin
Lyin
Talkin bout you really wanna ride it
Sorry in advance
You can’t be my girl
Bitch I can not be your man
Told you this before
Damn do you understand
I be doin what I want
I do what I can
Money in the air
Bitch I hit the money dance
[Chorus] The Kid Laroi
Sorry in advance, I don't give a fuck about love, I want bands
She won't get a dollar off the boy, no chance
You gon' lose it all for the bitch, I can't
She was at the telly throwin' it back, no hands
Throw it up, let it fall, I call that the money dance
Goddamn, too much cash, we ran out of rubber bands
Throw it up, run it up, I know I'm gon' make it back
They think I'm young and I'm dumb, so they tryna put it past