[Intro]
(It's fuckin' cold out here)

[Verse]
Bladee ain't get paid for shit
He ain't get paid for shows
Bitch got paid in clothes
Emilio, he a ho'
I told 'em that he a ho'
Don't come to Chicago
You know this the G.O.A.T
You know Adamn the G.O.A.T
I got way too many flows
How they switch up on me for a bitch n***a named Emilio?
Today they fired him, today they fired him
I'ma get this money and put it in my bin
Emilio look like shit
He look like a Slim Jim
They way these n***as changed, you would think they was Ben 10
Hatin' on Adamn is a sin
All you n***as have sinned
When I get money, I grin
Why you call the police on me?
I was doin' a show for free
Bladee called the police on me
Fuck that n***a too
I ain't doin' shit for free
I'm skatin' on these beats because I am me
You know who said it first, funny with money, huh
Funny with money, huh, funny with money, huh
Funny with money, huh, funny with money, huh
Funny with money, huh, funny with money, huh
Funny with money, huh, funny with money, huh
Funny with money, huh, funny with money, huh
Funny with money, huh, funny with money, huh
Funny with money, huh, funny with money, huh
Now you n***as see, I was tellin' the truth
Fuck these n***as too, tell 'em get up in the booth
If they pull up to Chicago, sendin' young n***as at you