[Intro: Baby Money]
(Ayo, Shek, this yours?)
What's the price on a bitch?

[Chorus: Baby Money]
I'm stuffin' green inside a Goyard bag
Cuttin' through these trees by myself like I mowed y'all grass (Go)
Don't talk that money shit with me, I'll blow y'all stash (Phew)
We gon' ball a hundred seasons, shit, I know y'all mad (Uh-huh)
Fuck the finest bitches, make 'em mind they business (Phew)
At the Cosmopolitan, we just politickin'
When I was makin' dollars flips, you was probably tickin'
Don't dance, my diamonds jittin'
Checkmate, I'm Bobby Fisher (Let's get it)

[Verse 1: Baby Money]
And I got grown and I found out some of my idols bitches (Mhm)
I'm on my way, they payin' double, it's an hour difference
He die young, play with my brother, now he Roddy Richard
Who decides war, that's my decision, go on and crop the picture
Lobster, mac, and chicken (Mm), stack it by the fifty
Add, subtract, division, insurance plus the shipping
She tried to tell me I'm the one, I flew her out and hit it
Send her back and block her number, she call, it say, "Restricted"
And I'ma tell you one time, I ain't stoppin'
Rich match the ace bottle
How I live, I ain't cocky
Bitch, I'm rich, you ain't into all that shit, then stay out it
Walk up and face-shot him
Two pints, eight thousand
Ain't shit, what I tell them, n***a
[Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni]
Paid the plug, I don't owe them n***as, I'm ducked off and focused, n***a
Penthouse off the ocean, that's she shit I call motion, n***a (Yeah)
First they hated, then they tried to join me, we showed them n***as (Fuck 'em)
Montes as kids, now it's Maybachs with the chauffeur in it (Yeah)
Chain on my dresser, that's a new Range Rover, n***a
Balled on my age group, gettin' money with older n***as (Any one)
If it's fuck 'em, then it's fuck 'em, I can't be kosher with 'em
Label actin' distant, now me and plugs closer, n***a (Yeah)
Closer than ever, Amber Rose on the 'Dweller
Foreigns in the garage, chinchillas all in the cellar
You told her, "Please don't leave," I told her, "Go and find better"
Ever since she been lost, tryna replace her fuckin' boss (Yeah)
Carat stones in the cross, art all over the loft
We used to be on the block with space heaters and spots (Nah)
I don't fuck with the flock, circle small, it's a dot
Accountant thought I bought a crib, nah, that went to a watch, n***a