[Hook]
I flew out to London and my cup is muddy
I count up a hundred
I count up a hunna
Top floor let's talk money, baby let's talk money
Baby on the top floor
Baby got a spot for you baby
She say she feel some love for me
Said she'll fly out to London for me
Said she'll act like a [?] for me
Do some drills and be my [?] and be my [?]

[Verse 1]
Might talk a trip to London (woah)
Told that bitch that I won't be back till Monday (woah)
I pray one day (woah), pray like Sunday (woah)
Let's gets some money (woah) , let's get some money (woah)
You know I be stacking oh
Pull up they like how fast that phantom go
Feel like Travis Scott this shit an antidote
I'm so relax we all, but really go bananas though
Boy I land and go, smoke that Amber Cole
Ball like Amber Rose
Even if I stand alone, I could handle those
I could handle anything they wanna throw at me
Ain't no wide receiver, but that hate get thrown at me
All these bottle popping
Money getting thrown up, thrown up, thrown up

[Hook]