[Intro: $ir Cartier]
Dollar bill, yeah
Music from the soul, y'all
Yeah

[Verse 1: $ir Cartier]
I told my n***as we gotta chase the bills (Bills)
Thousands, a couple mils (Couple mils)
Vanilla skies, nice crib (Nice crib)
Dependin' on the weather how I choose my 'mobile ('Mobile)
Cruise through the strip just to cop a zip
Bad chick (Yeah)
Tatted underneath her lip (Yeah)
Get a lift, guarantee I'm gonna hit (I'm gonna hit)
She love the shit I wear, sponsored by the time of year (Yeah)
Always prepared (Yeah)
Dutch master (Yeah)
In her ear (Yeah)
Get plastered
My crew members get hazard (Uh)
Skateboardin' fashion (Yeah)
NASCAR drivin' (Uh)
Your ho love my adlibs (Yeah)
Dolla bill, dope, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: $ir Cartier]
Bitch I gotta get the cash (Yeah)
Bitch I gotta get the cash (Yeah)
(Carti, Carti)
Gotta get the cash (Carti)
(Carti, Carti)
I gotta get the cash (Carti)
Bitch I gotta get the cash (Yeah)
Bitch I gotta get the cash (Yeah)
(Carti, shit, Carti)
Gotta get the cash (Carti)
(Carti, Carti)
I gotta get the cash (Carti)
[Verse 2: $ir Cartier]
TFZ
All my n***as skate (Skate)
All you n***as hate (Yeah)
This Fendi on my waist (Yeah)
Your chick gave me that, damn, "I can't feel my face" (Oh, damn, oh)
I can't feel my face (Yeah)
I got a foreign car, foreign broad (Oh)
Good head, pornstar (Yeah)
Cash first, fuck y'all (Carti)
Creamtoppers I gotta ball (Yeah)
Outfit come from Montreal (Yeah)
Make a scene when I'm in the mall (Yeah)
Freeze, hold up (Yeah)
Your girl, she gon' roll up (Yeah)

[Chorus: $ir Cartier]
Bitch I gotta get the cash (Yeah)
Bitch I gotta get the cash (Yeah)
(Carti, shit, Carti)
Gotta get the cash (Carti)
(Carti, Carti)
I gotta get the cash (Carti)
Bitch I gotta get the cash (Yeah)
Bitch I gotta get the cash (Yeah)
(Carti, shit, Carti)
Gotta get the cash (Carti)
(Carti, Carti)
I gotta get the cash (Carti)