[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
The hoes, the cars, the cribs, the frauds
The trips, the [?], I got turf on my lawn
I just took a lil' [?], don't know when I'm landing
All my bitch know is "sí, sí", I thought that bitch was Spanish
Put Chanel on dick-eater, don't take them for granted
This an 1800 dollar coat, Peyton Manning
Only put my cheese last, when I make a sandwich
Big 40 shoot the blood out this bitch, Megan Thee Stallion
Be for real, [?] the hoes like I'm Joe McFashion
Say she used to go with me, bitch know she cappin'
He's a wimp in real life, but write the coldest captions
This money, I'm breaking my heart, I feel like Toni Braxton
Told her I don't want no kids, left them on her lashes
My dawg start hating, shit, I would too
It's ironic how his eyes closed, but he in I.C.U
Red and white Prada bucket hat, feel like Dr. Seuss

[Chorus]
Can't get money with everybody
They don't wanna hustle
[?] been known fuck everybody
[?] heart [?] muscle
I just wanna ball
Never fall off
No no no
One thing I'ma do is chase that bread, fasho
[Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni]
I keep friends friends, but I hustle with the skill
She skilled, handle business, friends really pay they bills
Living life on my own terms, fuck how you feel
You ain't real with yourself, so how you telling me what's real?
Lately I've been on chill, closing deals, still get 'em vacuum sealed
I was in the basement, mind on a mansion still
Paid all dues, you n***as passed the bill
We lit as shit, all them captions real
I was funded with my street money
Now I wake up and buy chains with "in my sleep" money
We see who can blow money, who can keep money
I secured next year with last week's money
Yeah, I'm out of town on the rooftop
1942 shots, toasting to a new pot
She put me on her stories, zoomin' in on my new watch
Don't fuck your camera up with them blue rocks
Yeah

[Chorus]
Can't get money with everybody
They don't wanna hustle
[?] been known fuck everybody
[?] heart [?] muscle
I just wanna ball
Never fall off
No no no
One thing I'ma do, is chase that bread, fasho