[Chorus] (x2)
Got your money wrong?
Wanna get your money long?
Go and cop my tape
Then go and listen to some money songs
Go and listen to some money songs
But never ever tell the squally where you got that money from

[Verse 1]
N***as rapping like they're from Chicago
I'm a London n***a wrapping all this cargo
I've got the block like "where the fuck that car go?"
When me and Jagger pull off fam it's like a car show
And all my jail n***as know a n***a sent money
Put all your shit together's like my rent money
Them n***as got that "where the fuck it went?" money
I've got that "what I say you know I fucking meant" money
And n***as wanna be down go fill that form out
All my little n***as beating all this corn out
They wanna try a n***a, test my form out
My calculator buttons dem are worn out
I remember I was trying to get that cake in
I was on foot dodging all the paigons
N***as thought I was low they was mistaken
When I found out how to press it was amazing

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
N***as asking why I rap with so much confidence
Music videos in four different continents
Little n***as getting gassed up off of compliments
Go and ask (boop, boop) what's the consequence
But wait, I can make cocaine
N***as asking me why I ain't got no gold chain
I told them "look I know about this road game"
Richest n***a 'round me's looking so plain
Here we got food spreading like a virus
She's sucking me off looking at my iris
Breaking off a sample let them try this
Half an hour later trying to buy this
Might run up in your yard but ain't no burglar
Half these n***as round me they're just murderers
Laughing at these n***as trying to murder us
Laughing at these n***as trying to murder us

[Chorus]