[intro: Freshie]
She gon' get that money stack that money cos she like it (yah yah yah yah)
She gon' get that money stack that money cos she like it I can't love no bitch no cos I'm too indecisive (yah yah yah yah yah)

[Chorus: Freshie]
She gon' get that money stack that money cos she like it I can't love no bitch no cos I'm too indecisive
Alexander Wang that's on my booty never hiking
Designer everything I bet yo bitch she get excited
High up in the sky he look dirty he the pilot
When I count the cash yeah I do that shit in private
Fat ass bank account your pockets on the dying
Less talking more trappin' gotta move silent

[Verse 1: Freshie]
I just want that rollie matching AP with the diamonds
I can't fuck with n***as cos they hate it when your shinin'
Two door coupe with no roof got me slidin'
Pack on the way i swear we call that perfect timing
Doin; what I suppose to do
Couple hundred for the shoot
I'm a little different so I don't want me next to you
I don't need nobody so i'm not stressin' you
Broke ass n***a you can't let them get the best of you

[Chorus: Freshie]
She gon' get that money stack that money cos she like it I can't love no bitch no cos I'm too indecisive
Alexander Wang that's on my booty never hiking
Designer everything I bet yo bitch she get excited
High up in the sky he look dirty he the pilot
When I count the cash yeah I do that shit in private
Fat ass bank account your pockets on the dying
Less talking more trappin' gotta move silent

[Verse 2: Steven Moses]
Pull her out my body
AP got the shotty
Fuckin on a thottie, that hoe call me papi
You don't wanna do this, you don't wanna do this, you don't wanna do this, you don't wanna do this
All these bars up in my body got me fuckin' zooted
Vintage bape, vintage 'preme can't fuck with that new shit
You can't fuckin' do this
I don't gotta prove shit
This my gang we winnin'
We don't fuck with losin'
That hoe off of half a bean already actin clueless
Said bitch you fucking stupid, bitch you fucking stupid
Sweatin' off of 33 bars got me fuckin' zooted
Bitch just give me top
She fuck me for the jaw
Tell that bitch oh no don't stop
Cream soda with the wok (ay, yah)
Lil' bitch suck me don't stop
I could never love a thot (ay, yah)
Pull up my shit clean, pull up yeah I flex, with smoke in my chest, mother fuck the rest
[Chorus: Freshie]
She gon' get that money stack that money cos she like it I can't love no bitch no cos I'm too indecisive
Alexander Wang that's on my booty never hiking
Designer everything I bet yo bitch she get excited
High up in the sky he look dirty he the pilot
When I count the cash yeah I do that shit in private
Fat ass bank account your pockets on the dying
Less talking more trappin' gotta move silent