[Intro]
Pvp
Yeah, yeah, yeah
—seat breakin' Runtz down
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Back to the motherfucking money, yeah, uh
Back to the motherfucking racks, uh
Back to the motherfucking Runtz
Get sack like a motherfucking lunch
And I'm sippin' straight drop, this not punch, dawg
Gettin' money, I'm not sayin' much, nah
Gettin' money, now they showin' love wow (Love)

[Verse]
(You know, we ain't never trippin' over no shit like that, man)
I'm not trying, bitch, this shit just easy to me
They say "What's your method? Can you teach it to me?"
See, I'm touching color money like a Teletubby
When I'm with my slime n***as, then we taking something
They won't drop a dime, and you cannot take it from 'em
Wanna go to war, n***a, it's gon' take some money
And your lil' bitch so boring, can you please come take her from me?
Might mix the undercover with the Psycho Bunny
I just hopped in a foreign car, goin' a couple hundred
I roll up a dark stout with Gelato in it
I'm smoking gas that can start a car engine
I just ate sushi and it had a spider in it
I just want a bag, no, I cannot talk to you
Yeah, I'm movin' fast, sorry, I can't talk to you
You can't stand in my way 'cause I'm gonna walk through you
This Percocet fine, think I'm finna talk to it
And the world is mine when I fucking walk through it
Took a Russian Cream and I put a shark in it
Now I'm getting high so I cannot talk to you
Yeah, I'm so geeked, yeah, I'm never coming down
Think me and the team smoke like a hundred pounds
Let's get back to the green, bitch, I need my money now
Guess I'm stuck in the streets 'til I juug a hundred thousand
[Bridge]
In the passenger seat breakin' Runtz down
I'm havin' drip, n***a, just like Thousand Island
I'm rockin' Prada Rada just like fucking Chowder
I'm in the trap spot watchin' fuckin' power
We got money comin' in like every hour
Before I fuck that bitch I make her take a shower
Smoking Zkittles, n***a, I don't fuck with Sour
Hop on that fucking beat and then it get devoured (Yeah, get devoured)

[Chorus]
Back to the motherfucking money, yeah, uh
Back to the motherfucking racks, uh
Back to the motherfucking Runtz
Get sack like a motherfucking lunch
And I'm sippin' straight drop, this not punch, dawg
Gettin' money, I'm not sayin' much, nah
Gettin' money, now they showin' love wow (Love)