[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Who you know that's lyrically that?

[Verse 1]
Who you know that’s lyrically that?
Riddle me that
Literally cap
You n***as be considerably wack
And I could walk inside a building
With a hundred dollars
Feeling like a million dollars
Chillin’with a trillion dollar spirit
Just lit the wrist up
Biggie n***as get hit up
(Psssh) get your shit up
Bank talking, it flip up
(Haaaa) Phillip Banks
The lengths to getting richer
My cape got yellow tape
My trench gotta be censored
Off-white
These n***as be soft like
The tissue and cloth type
To kiss you in broad light
So you play a boss n***a, you ain't who they follow
I seen you double cross n***as like a Dusse bottle
(My n***a, what?)
N***a are you dumb?
Are you stupid?
Do you know what type of bitch I am?
Yeah this Lady, baby, that’s boss lady
For those who don’t know

[Chorus]
Money over n***as
Money over bitches
Money over six figures
Money I’m a big spender
Money Money over n***as
Money over bitches
Money over six figures
Money I’m a big spender

[Verse 2]
Honey honey I get to this money money
When I see my ex n***a I’m thinking like dummy dummy
This n***a’s a clown cake
He sweeter than pound cake
These bitches around hate
And these n***as don't sound straight
Fu-fugaze its crazy
But listen baby
Got ya new n***a calling me
Saying he missing lady (You miss me?)
I could get a n***a hype let him fall through
But he could never be my type, if he yours too
Saw you, talk about about the ass you hittin’
I caught you
Talk about the ass you kissin'
Brother and you brag about the cash you gettin'
But I’ll forever judge a n***a off his last three women
(Who your last bitch?)
Oh you
Oh you thought I wasn't gonna do it again
I could do this shit in circles
I rap circles around you bitches
And y'all n***as too
Hahaaaaaaaaaaa

[Chorus]
Money over n***as
Money over bitches
Money over six figures
Money I’m a big spender
Money Money over n***as
Money over bitches
Money over six figures
Money I’m a big spender