[Intro]
(Dinero be my logic, do you understand? Hey) Yeah
(Think it's funny, cookie crumble then I smoke this shit) Yeah-yeah
(Spent ten bands on fashion, I done got me a lil' model bitch) Yeah
(Bitch, we been trappin', shootin' shots right at the opposition) Ayy

[Chorus]
Dinero be my logic, do you understand? (Hey)
Thi-Think it's funny, cookie crumble then I smoke this shit
Spent ten bands on fashion, I done got me a lil' model bitch
Bitch, we been trappin', shootin' shots right at the opposition (Ayy)

[Post-Chorus]
I told her, "Stir the pot and kiss it"
Free bro out the penitentiary
She say I'm a narcissist, bitch, you love it when I pop my shit
My bitch is a pharmacist, I fuck hеr for the pills, bro
She say that she lovin' mе but I can't even feel none

[Verse 1]
Ayo buddy, get yo' bills up
If I catch 'em lurkin', we gon' pull up, we gon' kill some
I ain't never had a problem, baby we gon' drill some
I'm plottin' on a million
Yeah, you know that's real talk
I come and get that bag off your ass, I'm a real shark
I'm watchin' from the sky, me and my n***as, we some field hawks
That's funny 'cause you rappin' 'bout that shit that you ain't live, yeah
I know me some street n***as that'll come, they take your kids, yeah
Come and take your rib, yeah (Ayy)
On the block, they still there
[Chorus]
Dinero be my logic, do you understand? (Hey)
Thi-Think it's funny, cookie crumble then I smoke this shit
Spent ten bands on fashion, I done got me a lil' model bitch
Bitch, we been trappin', shootin' shots right at the opposition (Ayy)

[Post-Chorus]
I told her "Stir the pot and kiss it"
Free bro out the penitentiary
She say I'm a narcissist, bitch, you love it when I pop my shit
My bitch is a pharmacist, I fuck her for the pills, bro
She say that she lovin' me but I can't even feel none

[Verse 2]
You switchin' like chameleon
I already knew that you was fake but this the kill, man
I'm smokin' real gas in the strawberry fields, yeah
Yeah, I'm Steve Nash, let's just pass it to the goons
I extended my clip, I could clear the whole room
Put her numbers in my phone, I know she knowin' what to do
I don't even gotta ask that bitch, I send one text, she comin' through
She said I'm sick like the flu but you know you got it too
No, I can't confide in you
You in the way, you gotta move
You gotta move, you an opp, you gotta lose
Catch the wave, it's not a coup
It's funny, no one hot as you
What they say? I send packs right through JPay
I like Glocks and big AKs
Steady ballin', Jayson Tat'
My main bitch famous like she Kate
Upton, we might crash a function
We be on that fuck shit
Yeah, that neck rough shit (Ayy)
She say, "How much do you make?"
Bitch, how much can you take?
Huh, know I'm holdin' weight
Huh, but you in the way (But you in the way)