[Intro]
Zombie on the drack

[Pre-Chorus: Mike Dimes]
I can get it gone in a blink (Stack money)
We could make a bun from the sink (Trap money)
He could make a call if you tweet (Black money)
I could make a ball when I speak (Rap money)

[Chorus: Mike Dimes]
Brother used to hide a hunnid grams in the hatchback
Potna used to bust a couple scams off of Snapchat
Shawty tryna come up on the bands 'cause her ass fat
We don't give a fuck 'bout Uncle Sam if you ask that
N***a, where the cash at?

[Verse 1: Mike Dimes]
Put the money in the middle (Middle)
Boy, I just solved a riddle for this pound cake (Haha)
Giggles, now I see n***as fiddle all around mе (Straight up)
He little, my head was on a swivеl (Swivel)
He was pushin' a rental (A rental), ain't it coincidental? (On God)
He ain't really talkin' money, who he talkin' to?
Homie-hoppin' n***as need a pimp, they all some prostitutes (Hoe-ass n***a)
I can charge a band to get a glimpse of what I'm 'boutta do ('Boutta do, bitch)
Baby talkin' shit to every bitch 'bout what they oughta do (Pillow talk)
My n***a, I ain't trippin' off nothin', my name is topic discussion (Topic of discussion)
If I give them attention, they all would prolly start blushin' (Ha)
The pussy, power and hunnids, the only thing that I'm crushin' on (Crushin' on)
Bona fide, stood on everything that I stepped on, n***a
[Pre-Chorus: Mike Dimes]
I can get it gone in a blink (Stack money)
We could make a bun from the sink (Trap money)
He could make a call if you tweet (Black money)
I could make a ball when I speak (Rap money)

[Chorus: Mike Dimes & Joey Bada$$]
Brother used to hide a hunnid grams in the hatchback
Potna used to bust a couple scams off of Snapchat
Shawty tryna come up on the bands 'cause her ass fat (Uh)
We don't give a fuck 'bout Uncle Sam if you ask that (Badmon)
N***a, where the cash at?

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
They couldn't see me comin' with binoculars (Yeah)
Even if they did, tell me, who the fuck was stoppin' us? (Nobody)
The opps just keep poppin' up (Uh), cops tryna lock us up (Yeah)
Went outside the picture, but it ain't no Diddy croppin' us, n***a
Sorry, officer (Uh), I'm a hood philosopher
.223s and the chopper open all the chakras up
The block is hotter than molten lava, check your thermometers
These rats is synonymous to climates in Guatemala, bruh
Bet your bottom dollar your favorite rapper'll get devoured (Yeah)
Sign his death certificate quick, like, "Sayonara" (Yeah)
In fact, it's better if he quit and save himself a problem (Yeah)
He ain't got a chance to solve 'em
[Pre-Chorus: Mike Dimes & Joey Bada$$]
Tell me, "Get him," and he gone in a blink (Stack money)
We could make a bun from the sink (Trap money)
He could make a call if you tweet (Black money)
I could make a ball when I speak (Rap money)

[Chorus: Mike Dimes]
Brother used to hide a hunnid grams in the hatchback
Potna used to bust a couple scams off of Snapchat
Shawty tryna come up on the bands 'cause her ass fat
We don't give a fuck 'bout Uncle Sam if you ask that
N***a, where the cash at?