[Verse 1: Chuck Inglish]
Look
I don't make kids music
I need new car keys, let me get to it
Wrist working, stovetop, cooking Ratatouille
Couple bands in my Carhartt pants, let me flip through it
What's the bid? Four books and a possible
Popping Ace of Spades, club rocking like a soccer goal
Up in King of Diamonds like let me get that pasta
Oh, it's on the floor, baking bread, we need a lot of dough
Finna speed, me and 'Toine in the lead
We done got so far ahead, it's looking like we finna leave
On point with the Q's and the P's
Up the blick like I don't care who yo daddy is, n***a
You better park it ovеr here, tell mе what I wanna hear
Don't let this hit you in yo ear
Top off, Top Golf with some centerfolds
Politicing IPOs getting pads sold
Patent leather All-Star white Carolinas
Scribing live rap rhymes on a jetliner
You wanna know how I'm shining with it
'Cause I'm out here lightning n***as

[Chorus: GDOTT]
Where the bad ones? Send the bottle service
I got a hundred for 'em
These ain't retail, got some for resale
I went to London for 'em
Yea, they be telling lies, don't endorse it
Jump, jumped off the porch into Porsches
Might put her on a plane if she gorgeous
Then I make her count the money in the morning
Money counter counting, money keep going
If the feds get behind us, keep going
Bounce, bounce that ass, keep going
Heard you get to the bag, keep it going
Money counter counting, money keep going
If the feds get behind us, keep going
Bounce, bounce that ass, keep going
Heard you get to the bag, keep it going

[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]
Long headed flipping for me, if the mission is the money
Watch me make it appear like ta-da
She like Fenty and Adidas and she rock Prada
But when she work she rock nada, hit the jig like Sada
Dizzy got my new bitch talking down on Benihana
If you knew about hibachi then it really ain't no secret
Scammers throwing money on the floor, you finna keep it?
If you got more than six n***as in your recents
Bust it like a table when I'm finished eating
Gon' scrub it on the ground like it need a cleaning
Got the rubber band bank with the toing yoing
Boing! Make that ass flip like a coin
[Chorus: GDOTT]
Where the bad ones? Send the bottle service
I got a hundred for 'em
This ain't retail, got some for resale
I went to London for 'em
Yea, they be telling lies, don't endorse it
Jump, jumped off the porch into Porsches
Might put her on a plane if she gorgeous
Then I make her count the money in the morning
Money counter counting, money keep going
If the feds get behind us, keep going
Bounce, bounce that ass, keep going
Heard you get to the bag, keep it going
Money counter counting, money keep going
If the feds get behind us, keep going
Bounce, bounce that ass, keep going
Heard you get to the bag, keep it going