[Chorus: Tropes]
Ohh, oh
I look at the money and it look back
Pockets too fat I need a bookbag
Leave that shit in the past, I can't turn back
Roll up to the shit, yeah we shook that

[Verse 1: Tropes]
Why the tiptoe, why'd you do that?
Grow like willow, went home and flew back
That's how I feel bro. Yourself, don't lose that
I'm just real bro, where is dude at?

[Verse 2: heartstopmiami]
I jus wanna skip this episode, cus its a bad one
Betty wanna pull up, fuckin have fun
I just made a song, its a sad one
I pass dylan all my weed, roll a fat one
She like how i ball, pass the cash on
Ay, made a sex tape, with the flash on
Pillow on the face, fuckin backshots
You distracted, focus on the task yuh

[Verse 3: Tropes]
That shit very bad, yuh
They don't get it now but they gon catch on
This shit's not a game, there's no addons
I stick to the paper like some tacks, oh
He didn't pull up, he just passed on
He can't make a bitch laugh, Jimmy Fallon
How much money do I want? I want a gallon
All you do is latch on like a talon
[Verse 4: heartstopmiami]
This is not my body bitch, this a avatar
I got blue on my body, like it's avatar
Over, tell a bitch "it's over"
Rari and rovers, these hoes love chief Sosa
Lil bitch I'm an alien, fuckin flying saucer, ay
Sorry sir, I think I bagged yo daughter, yuh
Ima give her back cus I don't want her
Ima get him hit, cus I love slaughter
Ohh, oh

[Chorus: Tropes]
Oh, I look at the money and it look back
Pockets too fat I need a bookbag
Leave that shit in the past, I can't turn back
Roll up to the shit, yeah we shook that