[Intro: Fetty Luciano, Jay Critch and Jamz]
Turn me up
Haha
Gllttbow
Hey
Young n***as link up pussy
Talk Money Gang (Talk Shmoney Gang)
Get some money and stay out the fuckin' way (Okay)
Jamz, turn me up (Glllttt)
Stupid
[Hook: Jay Critch]
I get it and flip it, I handle my bussiness, my n***as like, "Where the dough at?" (Where the dough at?)
Like Gucci the slippers, Balmain with the zipper and some 3 Air Maxes, a throwback (Hey)
(We gon' get to the bag, you know that) I spend it and add in more racks
I brought the cash to the club to throw that
I cannot lie, you run up, get toe tagged
You dig (You dig), that bitch wanna have my kids (Have my kids)
I be sippin', might crash the whip (Crash the whip)
I be ballin', ain't passin' shit (Ain't passin' shit)
She know this ain't no average dick (Average dick)
She know how much the fashion is (Fashion is)
Hit a juug, I'm subtractin' shit (Subtractin' shit)
Back it up, and I'm taxin' it, hey (Juug, juug juug)
[Verse 1: Jay Critch]
I came from somwhere that you not, cash in the shoebox, days in the mattress (Days in the mattress)
Everyday I make a new plot, I need some new guap, makin' a backflip (Makin' a backflip)
My bitch she look like a actress, and she be stackin', your bitch is catfish (Hey)
The shit that I'm doin', I'm dashin', goin' so fast that you cannot catch this (Skurt skurt)
The fame, I'm livin' so lavish, dip the ice in the water like [?] (I got [?])
Your bae wanna know all my actions, gettin' money, why the fuck is you actin'? (Fuck is you actin'?)
Watch out for that money, we clap shit
Know it's wrong, but we just gotta have it (Bow)
Pop out to the mall and I'm splashin', buy it all, got expensive habits (Hey)
And you ran up a bag, but then you lost it all, yeah, n***a that's tragic (That's tragic)
Had to get in my bag, got trips in the [?] nobody that's magic (That's magic)
Right now I'm in the Jag', one phone call thought these [?] (Thirty, thirty)
Throw your bitch in the trash, might doze off the lean, I'm spazzin' (Lean)
Then I'm done with her
Suck me up hoe, I don't wanna fuck (I don't wanna fuck)
From the [?] n***as gun you up
I told Justo we gon' run it up (Justo)
You better stay safe, get some money
Stay out the way, movin' funny (Stay out the way)
Stay in your place, diamonds sunny (Stay in your place)
Cop me a fade (Cop me a fade)
[Hook: Jay Critch and Fetty Luciano]
I get it and flip it, I handle my bussiness, my n***as like, "Where the dough at?" (Where the dough at?)
Like Gucci the slippers, Balmain with the zipper and some 3 Air Maxes, a throwback (Hey)
(We gon' get to the bag, you know that) I spend it and add in more racks
I brought the cash to the club to throw that
I cannot lie, you run up, get toe tagged
You dig (You dig), that bitch wanna have my kids (Have my kids)
I be sippin', might crash the whip (Crash the whip, skurt skurt)
I be ballin', ain't passin' shit (Ain't passin' shit)
She know this ain't no average dick (Average dick, yah)
She know how much the fashion is (Fashion is, yah)
Hit a juug, I'm subtractin' shit (Subtractin' shit, woo)
Back it up, and I'm taxin' it, hey (Juug, juug juug)
[Verse 2: Fetty Luciano]
Don't gotta hop in my bag, bitch I am the bag, tell me why are you mad? (Why you mad?)
Go to the stash, pull out some bands and then I go run up a tag (Bands ,bands, bands)
I'm fuckin' her friend, don't gotta spend, send her home ridin' a cab (Woo, woo, woo woo, later)
It's just how it is, I am the shit, take a good look at my dab (Yah, yah, dab, I am the shit)
N***a I am the shit (Yah)
[?] say hard no [?] (Don't know)
Take my gang out the pen (Take my gang)
Bitch I'm back home now, say it again ([?])
I'm with Rich the Kid (Rich, yah)
Like, "Yo what it is?" when I'm out in my Benz (What it do?)
We gon' lick and shit (caught a lick)
We gon' fuck it up, hop in and fly to Switz' (Skurt skurt skurt)
Boss n***a like, "Where the dough at? What it do?"
Anything [?] just to get coke back (Coke back, oh damn)
Let all you fuck n***as know that
Run up on a pussy boy, touchin', don't tote that (Bow)
I ain't [?] til' my young n***as blow that
Lil' n***a it ain't a shootout, why you holdin' that? (Why you holdin' that?)
[?] runnin' fot the gun, where the pole at?
"Come at me bro!", fuck n***a we ain't doin' that (We ain't doin' that)
Big bank take lil' bank (Lil' bank)
I don't give a fuck what you say, who say? You say? (You say?)
N***a true say (N***a true say)
I'm in a movie, [?] anybody, no Blue-Ray (No Blue-Ray)
[?] Kool-Aid (Kool-Aid)
Had to kill him real quick, had to kill him with a [?] mane ([?] mane)
[?] walkin' with a too fake
Can't fuck with you n***as, you n***as too fake (Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)
Gang
[Hook: Jay Critch]
I get it and flip it, I handle my bussiness, my n***as like, "Where the dough at?" (Where the dough at?)
Like Gucci the slippers, Balmain with the zipper and some 3 Air Maxes, a throwback (Hey)
(We gon' get to the bag, you know that) I spend it and add in more racks
I brought the cash to the club to throw that
I cannot lie, you run up, get toe tagged
You dig (You dig), that bitch wanna have my kids (Have my kids)
I be sippin', might crash the whip (Crash the whip)
I be ballin', ain't passin' shit (Ain't passin' shit)
She know this ain't no average dick (Average dick)
She know how much the fashion is (Fashion is)
Hit a juug, I'm subtractin' shit (Subtractin' shit)
Back it up, and I'm taxin' it, hey (Juug, juug juug)
[Outro: Jamz]
Jamz, turn me up