[Intro: Money Boy & DJ Maxxx]
Money Boy, GUDG
Shoutout to Young Kira, ah (Yeah! Kira on the phone)
I say(Fire in the Booth), ah

[Part 1: Money Boy & DJ Maxxx]
I've got a Heckler & Koch and I use it (Pow-pow)
In the hood, when you reach for the jewellery
I am iced out, swagged out, dripped out
This is fire in the booth, it's getting lit now (Wouh, wouh, wouh)
Not a goat, but people call me G.O.A.T
You are whack, homie, people call you broke (Ha-ha)
This is freestyle, this one isn't pre-written (Oh-oh)
No one can spit better than the G (Ah)
I'm the hitter in the city with the motion
You don't problems, you just want promotion
You don't want beef, 'cause you idiot are a vegan
You never stepped out of a Maybach (Ha-ha)
Look, I am definitely very awesome
'Cause the Boy has more bars, than Alcatraz, biatch
I am drippin' like the ocean
Come in that chicks face, just like lotion (Uh)
Woah, woah, like the sun, look
Is the jewellery shining, I rock a ton of jewellery
Young Kira on the beat, it's crazily sick
I'm having a threesome with an emo and a punk chick
Look, the wrist always glistens, when the light hits
And the thotties always get wet, when the kid spits (Ah-hah)
No sleep gang, 'cause I never rest
Smoke a jay and I'm higher than the Everest, woah
Cash-Money just like Birdman
I'm similar to Birdman on Turmoil (Brr)
In the morning, I'm already ballin'
Spalding, I spend fifty racks in the mall inside
Apple Music, and we gettin' to it
If you don't suspect that, you are dumb or stupid (Ha-ha)
I don't rap, 'cause I must, but because I want
I'm chilling, yes, I'm on a pill right now
People think, I am soft, I ask: "How boy?"
The boy is always strapped, like a cowboy
Prreh-prreh, bang-bang, when I shoot-shoot
When I shoot-shoot, blood-blood's flowing out of you
Like a pussy on period, I have tasted blood
Where my money is? Holmes, I hid it well
I could rap for hours, just like Juice WRLD
Don't ask, what type, just get me a juice, girl (Haha, sheesh, Ha-ha)
[Part 2: Money Boy & DJ Maxxx]
It's not over yet, ah, okay (Fire in the booth)
Come on, let's get it
I am ready, you're a Chatty Patty
Pull up with a baddie and I am rocking a Pelle Pelle (Perfect)
Leather jacket a.k.a. a Lederjacke
Look, your jacket is a jacket, that everyone had already
New Bentley, outside peppermint-light-green
Inside leather brown, like after-eight ice cream
In the hood here and I'm not talking about the tire brand
When I say it was a good year, chyeah, chyeah
Just like Dipset, look, my drip wet, call it Crip-Set (Uh)
And she drips now, when I do rap like a pimp
The pussy of the chick gets wet, like a swimming pool, hehe (Ha-ha)
Yeah, all clear, bummy
Nobody can give water to me, not even bartenders (Uh)
Not even bartenders, not even bartenders
Nobody can give water to me, not even bartenders
You're a hanger like, like a clothes hanger
And don't you believe that I iron my own clothes
You want beef, I pull up with the steak knife
This is all off the top, off the cuff
No iPhone, but I've got an iBrain
No iPad, but I've got an ice chain
People write rhymes, then learn them by heart
Money Boy doesn't, 'cause that'd be too much effort for me
Crazy Fire in the booth, look the booth is burning
It is clear, that everyone recognizes the dude now, sheesh
[Outro: DJ Maxxx & Money Boy]
Fire in the Booth, Money Boy
All over, bro
Yessir
One take, game over
Swag