[Intro: K Carbon]
(Fritz, how you do that?)
F-f-f-f-fuckin wit my money
F-f-f-f-fuckin wit my money
F-f-f-f-fuckin wit my money
F-f-f-f-fuckin wit my money

[Pre-Chorus: K Carbon]
It's in yo bank account?
Then wire it (Send it)
Don't like my bread tampered with (At all)
Don't show me no stack of money
Them could be some counterfeits (What?)
Don't come around me flashin' money, n***a
I ain't that kinda bitch (Punk ass)
I like drug dealers, scammers
Any man that spend that shit (C’mon)

[Chorus: K Carbon]
But Ion like no n***a that be fuckin' wit my money (What the fuck?)
Ion like no n***a that be fuckin' wit my money (Give it up)
Ion like no n***a that be fuckin' wit my money (What the fuck?)
Ion like no n***a that be fuckin' wit my money (Give it up)

[Verse 1: YTB Fatt]
Tchh, hah, I donе flashed a hunnit in her face
I ain't gavе her shit (Racks)
She said how all yo fits over five thousand
But you don't give me shit?
But I love you, though
All she do is complain, but I love this bitch (Pfft)
Every time I fuck up, she call my mama
This my lil snitch, hah
Sixty in my pocket, poppin'
My bank accounts proper, three of 'em
I just told this hoe I'm finna Zelle her for that sloppy toppy, hah
She been good today, I'm finna take her ass shoppin'
Whatchu want, I cop it, hah
I got two houses but one of them
The bitch don't know nothin' about 'em
(F-f-f-f-fuckin wit my money)
She don't like a n***a playin' wit her money
(F-f-f-f-fuckin wit my money)
She saw an old n***a, never touched a hunnit
(F-f-f-f-fuckin wit my money)
She know FattFatt pockets, they on pumpkin
(F-f-f-f-fuckin wit my money)
Tryna keep it P, but it's just somethin' about this woman
[Pre-Chorus: K Carbon]
It's in yo bank account?
Then wire it (Send it)
Don't like my bread tampered with (At all)
Don't show me no stack of money
Them could be some counterfeits (What?)
Don't come around me flashin' money, n***a
I ain't that kinda bitch (Punk ass)
I like drug dealers, scammers
Any man that spend that shit (C’mon)

[Chorus: K Carbon]
But Ion like no n***a that be fuckin' wit my money (What the fuck?)
Ion like no n***a that be fuckin' wit my money (Give it up)
Ion like no n***a that be fuckin' wit my money (What the fuck?)
Ion like no n***a that be fuckin' wit my money

[Verse2: K Carbon]
It's Carbonnn
See, this Cuban cost a grip
I spend it, them bitches be pinchin’
Ion need to fix my attitude
See, you used to broke bitches
See that K up in my name?
Stand for cutthroat killa’
So when I ask a n***a to drop it off
I expect him to deliver
(C’mon) (Ooooh)
Yeah, what’s up with them foxes
Trench bitch
I’m so fresh right now
I might re-rock this
You think I gotta be yo bitch to trick
Ion like that logic (What?)
And don’t ask me ‘bout no ‘nother n***a
I’m quick to change the topic
Like, why you do dat?
Simp ass
Now you mad
Bitch ass
And don’t post it
Snitch ass
Go on, spend it
Rich ass
And I know you got a bitch, n***a
I ain’t even mad
Long as you send that cash, no bitch fuckin’ wit my bag
(Imma bad bitch)