[Intro]
(Money on my mind, just like I need you)
(I remember a time, I think I need you)
(Ayo, Ian)

[Chorus]
I got money on my mind, lil' bitch I don't need you (Yeah)
When she told me that she love, shit I need you (What)
Yeah, these LV bag so crazy, shit on see-through (Yeah, woah)
Yeah, I changed my mind so much, yeah, for all of y'all
I cut ties with that bitch, no, I am not involved (On God)
You ain't got no new drip, you rockin' neanderthals (That's gay)
And this lil' bitch said she sick, so I gave her Halls
Think that lil' bitch wanna link, she can lick my balls
I went and ran up all my money, boy, I am a boss (Boss)
Boy, you better get your money, I'm not Santa Claus
I know how to run that play, not no Randy Moss
I know how to ruin your day, so don't get involved (Boom)

[Verse]
I went and baptized my wrist, I think I'm seasick (Uh-huh)
Your bitch can't get enough of this, she Yeat-sick (Ugh)
I can't thank God enough for how much I feasted (Thank God)
Boy, take that Rollie off, I know you leased it
Oh, oh, yeah, I'm fly (Oh)
Oh, oh, watch you die (Ooh, ooh)
Oh, oh, I don't even try (Oh oh)
Oh, oh, look at my eye, oh
You can't, cause Chanel on it
Woke up this morning wearing my hunnids
Made it to the top, big like Giannis
Boy, you can't hang with us, to be honest
Yeah, I be so high, been to different planets
Yeah, I think my mama don't take it for granted
Who do you think you are? We was talkin' bout Grammys
Boy, you know you ain't hard, boy, you know you not 'bout it
[Bridge]
Feel my soul, feel my soul (Woah, oah)
Help my soul, help my soul
Could try to let you know (Woah, ho)
Perky just took my soul (Soul)
So far to go, once I'm sorry (Woah)

[Chorus]
I got money on my mind, lil' bitch I don't need you (Yeah)
When she told me that she love, shit I need you (What)
Yeah, these LV bag so crazy, shit on see-through (Yeah, woah)
Yeah, I changed my mind so much, yeah, for all of y'all
I cut ties with that bitch, no, I am not involved (On God)
You ain't got no new drip, you rockin' neanderthals (That's gay)
And this lil' bitch said she sick, so I gave her Halls
Think that lil' bitch wanna link, she can lick my balls
I went and ran up all my money, boy, I am a boss (Boss)
Boy, you better get your money, I'm not Santa Claus
I know how to run that play, not no Randy Moss
I know how to ruin your day, so don't get involved (Boom)