What you feel like, bitch I feel like money cuz I’m gettin money, ball Monday through Sunday, you ain’t having nothing, you n***as just out here fronting, y’all out here on that broke shit, you n***as know how I’m coming

What you feel like, bitch I feel like money cuz I’m gettin money, ball Monday through Sunday, you ain’t having nothing, you n***as just out here fronting, y’all out here on that broke shit, you n***as know how I’m coming

Verse:
You n***as know how I’m rocking, Yung n***a ain’t have no option, o was really out here serving, I was just tryna make some profit, I was just tryna get my packs off put knots up in my robins, so fresh ion need no stylist, I’m Neiman Marcus shoppin, it’s Alexander McQueen and Loubs all in my closet, can’t do n***as no favors I’m in it for the paper, don’t hate up on the next use that shit as motivation, trap n***a getting paper my trap bitch she bout her pay, yea sell dope ion do fraud only thing I crack was yo broad, since I’m a real n***a me and yo bitch had a Minaj
Real life ain’t no facade, I’m real as it gone come, if I wanna clear yo block Rico let me hold the drum

Chorus:
What you feel like, bitch I feel like money cuz I’m gettin money, ball Monday through Sunday, you ain’t having nothing, you n***as just out here fronting, y’all out here on that broke shit, you n***as know how I’m coming

What you feel like, bitch I feel like money cuz I’m gettin money, ball Monday through Sunday, you ain’t having nothing, you n***as just out here fronting, y’all out here on that broke shit, you n***as know how I’m coming

Verse 2:
You can ask my mama , n***a we ain’t come from nothing from nothing to something my mama don’t want for nothing, just got her that new Benz truck and it’s the lastest one, and she know I’m out here hustling she say son just keep yo gun, she say never start no shit but if it come yo way don’t run, told me never trust a bitch they a set u up like it’s nothing, if it’s street keep it in the streets don’t go to the police about nothin, she say always keep it neat so I spray creed on top of the skunky, yeah, walked up in Gucci n I bought the whole shelf, damn I guess I’m feeling myself, I just took this n***a bitch cuz he was broke and couldn’t help damn I thank the lord I ain’t him

Chorus:
What you feel like, bitch I feel like money cuz I’m gettin money, ball Monday through Sunday, you ain’t having nothing, you n***as just out here fronting, y’all out here on that broke shit, you n***as know how I’m coming

What you feel like, bitch I feel like money cuz I’m gettin money, ball Monday through Sunday, you ain’t having nothing, you n***as just out here fronting, y’all out here on that broke shit, you n***as know how I’m coming