[Verse]
The swimming goggles dropped as deep as my wrist when I got my ice in a pool
I never stop countin money, 'cause to countin money is the mama of tax
Real Street Ass Bitch, my life is defined
I think of Money when I'm in an YSN state of mind
My side bitch won't like a goodbye text
Run up get the guap and flex to the the max
In an Trap N***a state of mind
What more could you ask for? The slippery rollie?
You complain about Haters
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks bout you
Y’all rappin' to the trash bin
YSN Got the hammer others got the pin
Stunning, like Cash
Boy, I tell you, I thought we were in a crash
I can't take the Haters, at least my wrist Frozen
I keep trappin get guap like i’m Drose
Yea, yaz, in an icey state of mind
When I was young my mama had a car crash
Ain't a soul alive that could take my mama's rash
A Uzi gon make your friend go bye bye
Thinking of Money. Yaz, thinking of Money (Money)