[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
See, that's the reason I don't like to talk
N***as move they hands 'til they hit the wall
I'll be in this van 'til the early morn'
I don't want a friend, I want a million bucks (Help me out now)
See, that's the reason I don't like to talk
N***as move they hands 'til they hit the wall
I'll be in this van 'til the early morn'
I don't want a friend, I want a million bucks

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
I'll never be who you want me to be (What)
Wear my own pants, should've probably popped the seat
Made my own clothes, I don't need no receipt
'Less it's Holiday on me like I'm Jesús Tree
A lotta you n***as try to be like me
Vibe jack it all you want, 'cause n***a this the OG
Done with the teenage shit, too
I'm just a cute-ass n***a with a gap-tooth
N***as online always got a fuckin' attitude
I've been the weird one out since the classroom
And y'all be wonderin' why I'm actin' crazy now
They call me corny but I'm thinkin' that we're idols now
I'm eatin' fast food, yellin' this what life about
N***a took the harder route, ended up with less friends
They took the faster route, ended up with no ends
I'm like Wayne in '04, this where my story begins
And this that—
[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
See, that's the reason I don't like to talk
N***as move they hands 'til they hit the wall
I'll be in this van 'til the early morn'
I don't want a friend, I want a million bucks (Help me out now)
See, that's the reason I don't like to talk
N***as move they hands 'til they hit the wall
I'll be in this van 'til the early morn'
I don't want a friend, I want a million bucks

[Verse 2: Matt Champion]
Bet you're only talkin' to me for a benefit
If you get around me, you wouldn't ask me if
Is my mental, is my dental, is my health good?
When they're crashin' through my cars, see me on the hood
Better get insurance, when the tire burns
Break the mirror on the side, man, that's seven years
Of fuckin' bad luck, want to see me sad, fuck
Walkin' under ladders, spillin' salt and I ain't throw it back
Not too superstitious, rather build a business
Not to worry 'bout the petty shit in your britches
Color-coordinated, give a fuck about the gossip
Let me boss up, let me make it on my own
Who the God, who the God, who let the birds chirp
Pull up, hop off in the car done deal, then we hit the curb
Riding on the front lawn of anybody doubt me
That's some teachers, that's some people
Not too good with names, you—
[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
See, that's the reason I don't like to talk
N***as think they haters 'til they hit the wall
I'll be in this van 'til the early morn'
I don't want a friend I want a million bucks (Help me out now)
See, that's the reason I don't like to talk
N***as think they haters 'til they hit the wall
I'll be in this van 'til the early morn'
I don't want a friend, I want a million bucks

[Verse 3: Merlyn Wood]
Get up off your ass
Know I gotta have some, gotta get my ransom
Babblin', babblin', babblin'
What's all this babblin'?
This time, I would've had 'em, man
Have gun, and I said I will travel, man
Shootin' at eleven, I'm Wilt Chamberlain
[?] shots [?] liberty
[?] everything
When I failed seventh grade, since a kid, man
I mean, Ghana, I mean
Fuck any nationality tryna prevent me
On any violence, I will take currency
Who start, you're weak, who chick she with?
I'll whoop that trick, I'll take that beat
Who start, you're weak, who chick she with?
I'll whoop that trick, I'll take that beat
[Bridge: Joba]
You better watch your mouth 'cause that shit spew out
When you talk about what I'm worth
Y'all talk to talk (Everybody wanna talk that shit)
Y'all talk to talk (Everybody wanna talk that shit)
You better watch your mouth 'cause that shit spew out
When you talk about what I'm worth
Y'all talk to talk (Everybody wanna talk that shit)
Y'all talk to talk (Everybody wanna talk that shit)

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
See, that's the reason I don't like to talk
N***as think they haters 'til they hit the wall
I'll be in this van 'til the early morn'
I don't want a friend, I want a million bucks (Help me out now)
See, that's the reason I don't like to talk
N***as think they haters 'til they hit the wall
I'll be in this van 'til the early morn'
I don't want a friend, I want a million bucks

[Verse 4: Dom McLennon]
God as my witness, I ain't sadistic
I'm just a soul that's been tortured beyond its limits
Feel like an idiot, feel like a misfit
A fallen angel that's lost a chance at repentance
Ain't no forgiveness for how I ran up them digits
I'm too colorful, wonderful, ambitious
See, being me ain't easy, it's sacrilegious
I need assistance to maximize my existence
Gratification instant, gratitude nonexistent
[?] just servin' between the ridges
I've been up to make shit
Burned all my bridges
Death in the distance, killed all the princes
Draped a fine linen, fell out the sky
Built Earth in my image, now I can fly
See, legends can't die, we too altruistic
Y'all some fake tears, so hop off my business

[Verse 5: Ameer Vann]
I sell it by the gram, money loves my hands
I pull a few bands out a plastic bag
And it all add up, I'm real good with the math
I turn a quarter of the gas into a bundle of cash
They always come back for what I put in the bag
From my bones to my skin, I'm a businessman
I know cash is the law, you could lose your head
Get shot in the back, and you could lose your legs
N***as sing for the feds to avoid the pen
They atone for sins, I don't trust no men
Cops raidin' my house off some shit you said
N***as strapped with mics, they'll take your life