[Intro]
Um, uh, uh
Damn, Callan, you gettin' guap

[Chorus]
Money on my mind, had to chase a bag really on my grind
Hoes on my dick, I don't got no time
Rockin' G-Star wit' that number nine, yeah
Real runner, I be runnin' wit' my slimes
Back of the coupe, I be smokin' on that strong
Sippin' on that juice, I be feelin' divine
Bitch call my phone, I'ma hit decline

[Verse]
Pussy ass boy, you be goin' out the saddest
Look at all this money on me, you can't have it
Told your ass once, you don't want no static
Glocky on my hip, it's gon' get to blastin'
(You can't be a runner, bruh)
No you can't
Surreal, Fourhunnid I ain't forget about my gang
I'm in love wit' the money, that's why I'm tryna get the fame
Hopin' one day evеrybody know my name
Can't let nobody 2Pac me
If you in my way, guaranteed you ain't gon' stop mе
Can't trust a soul, they gon' fold like Origami
I'm wit' my lil' Asian bitch and we eatin' Teriyaki
Yeah, we be sippin' on that Sake
Two seater coupe, we ain't ridin' in no Audi
Got some money show my moms like look you won't believe it
I'm eatin'
'Bout to buy a crib for the weekend
Bad bitch and that hoe Puerto Rican
Feel like LeBron 'cause I'm ballin' every season
I been tryna get a bag and I do it for a reason
Tryna see my brothers and my whole family eatin'
Like "Oh, I gotta go", been told your ass that I'm way too alone
Like "Ohoho", like "Ohohoho", yeah
[Chorus]
Money on my mind, had to chase a bag really on my grind
Hoes on my dick, I don't got no time
Rockin' G-Star wit' that number nine, yeah
Real runner, I be runnin' wit' my slimes
Back of the coupe, I be smokin' on that strong
Sippin' on that juice, I be feelin' divine
Bitch call my phone, I'ma hit decline