[Chorus: Shad da God]
Baby girl you Michael Jackson bad
I'm Michael Jackson bad, girl we Michael Jackson bad
She said she wants to fuck me, what bout gettin money yeah
I said I had like 30 on me nah but this ain't cash
Got another hundred worth of jewelry in the bag
How you having soap how you having [?]
How you make that ho comply? How you having swag?
Every time I turn up, yeah they turn up on they ass
They don't got no dope no more now the n***a's sad
Imma go out there just like a dog and fishing bag
Imma go back to the basics stacking up the glass
N***a gon get dropped they dont wanna pay they tabs
Imma put them packs on a n***a like some M's
Count the money once, I ain't fucking up the math
I count the money once and I ain't fucking up the math
I'm 'bout to get all motherfuckin' Benz for the staff

[Verse 1: Shad da God]
I'm 'bout to get all motherfuckin' Benz for my hoe
I'm 'bout to hit the mafia up and chop a bankroll
2 chains go king god
Coming with the strap
We coming with that money n***a be outside ho
[?] take it from him
N***a askin for advice I told him get your money up
N***a said he got some 50 told him get a hundred somethin
N***a I just want Chanel black slipper with no laces
I've been spending hundreds since they had small faces
I just told a n***a had to struggle [?]
I just told em free my n***a Rocco with them cases
When you get that mother fucking money what's your name at?
Did you rubberband a bankroll 'fore you came here?
When you bust the juug do you make sure your folk straight?
When you pour that lean, do you know how good that act' taste (act' taste)
[Chorus: Shad da God]
Baby girl you Michael Jackson bad
I'm Michael Jackson bad, girl we Michael Jackson day
She said she wants to fuck me, what bout gettin money yeah
I said I had like 30 on me nah but this ain't cash
Got another hundred worth of jewelry in the bag
How you having soap how you having [?]
How you make that ho comply?
How you having swag?
Every time I turn up, yeah they turn up on they ass
They don't got no dope no more now the n***a's sad
Imma go out there just like a dog and fishing bag
Imma go back to the basics stacking up the glass
N***a gon get dropped they don't wanna pay they tabs
Imma put them packs on a n***a like some M's
Count the money once, I ain't fucking up the math
I count the money once and I ain't fucking up the math
I'm 'bout to get all motherfuckin' Benz for the staff

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah them boys watching (what)
Yeah I know they watching
So I know them boys so mad
Yeah I told them boys keep tabs, yeah
Lil Uzi counting money fast
Driving in that Lambo fast
Yeah you know I'm running through the racks
Cause you know things don't last
Took your girl, made her slow dance
Looked at her mom like "No ma'am"
Slide in the A in the Lamb
Run up on me, it won't jam
Always counting them new bands
Reached in the pocket, my pants
Pulled out my pocket that's ten
Matching that white on white Phantom
[Chorus: Shad da God]
Baby girl you Michael Jackson bad
Michael Jackson bad, girl we Michael Jackson day
She said she wants to fuck me, what bout gettin money yeah
I said I had like 30 on me nah but this ain't cash
Got another hundred worth of jewelry in the bag
How you having soap how you having [?]
How you make that ho comply?
How you having swag?
Every time I turn up, yeah they turn up on they ass
They don't got no dope no more now the n***a's sad
Imma go out there just like a dog and fishing bag
Imma go back to the basics stacking up the glass
N***a gon get dropped they dont wanna pay they tabs
Imma put them packs on a n***a like some M's
Count the money once, I ain't fucking up the math
I count the money once and I ain't fucking up the math
I'm 'bout to get all motherfuckin' Benz for the staff