[Intro/Producer Tag]
Give me your fucking money!
Taylor about to fucking flex

[Hook]
I got hunnits in my face
I got rackaids in the safe
I’m moving at my own pace
I got Prada on my lace
I’ma put you in your place
Oh, yeah money’s all I make
I got hunnits in my face
I got rackaids in the safe

[Verse]
Yeah, I’m back, it’s Lil Palmar
Don’t do drugs, but I stay calmer
Balling, Clippers, I’m Steve Ballmer
Fam in Florida, Fort Lauder
DJ’s love me, worldwide lauded
Tryna flex, well shit, I got it
I’m a star, they all applauded
Now I’m flexing, bet you saw it
Woke up bands, Rich The Kid
Woke up Cannes, Jaden Smith
Woke up France, fuck is this?
Foreign land, foreign whip
Don’t do violence, don’t do drugs
Rich The Kid, walk your plug!
I feel rap right now is stuck
Fuck it, I’m just moving up
I got hunnits, I got racks
Nahmir, Trues all on my ass
I’m a teacher, get to class
Swerving, over/underpass
Give you a sec to digest
All the shit that I just said
Comes to rapping, I’m the best
‘Cuz I’m better than the rest
In New York, I Milly Rock
There ain’t nothing in my sock
I ain’t ever sell rerock
I ain’t running from the cop
All my chains, bling blaow
Freezing hurts, I’m like ow!
Skateboard P, skate around
Fuck it, squad, we downtown
When I rap, hit a home run
Remember, I’ll be Number One
In a day, I’m never done
Shout to Joe, he like my son
In the game, Monopoly
Ain’t nobody stopping me
I’m like, please don’t talk to me
Until you show me honesty
There’s some catchy songs and rappers
You can put me in the latter
Like comparing Chutes and Ladders
Lil Uzi, pockets fatter
I’m not talking to these rats
You know, I’ve never been last
On my wall, look at these plaques
See you later, gotta blast
[Hook]
Hunnits in my face
I got rackaids in the safe
I’m moving at my own pace
I got Prada on my lace
I’ma put you in your place
Oh, yeah money’s all I make
I got hunnits in my face
I got rackaids in the safe