Talking ‘bout a dollar bitch I got a whole lot gross
Wanna cop the ‘Rari I could buy it off the lot gross
Heard your rent’s late I could pay the whole year
I been shopping Piaget if I cop it they stare
GG on my linen that’s a show to me
All these commas you can keep the shit you owe to me
Holy water VVS up on my rosarie
Your money talk but mine be singing like it’s Jodeci
Aquafiney on my wrist that’s flooded
Tell ‘em if it ain’t a blue face I don’t want it
Not a single word for them bitches that fronted
Point ‘em to my sack you could hold it in a

I let Benji do the talking I been off it
If I want it buy the whole thing no portions
Might have thought we was the boys when we roll Porsches
9-11 pulling up if you ever calling
I play the top hat with real cash bitch i'm in my duffy
Top back on Countach bitch i'm in my duffy
Contract on Koufax bitch i'm in my duffy
If my crew stack won’t lose racks bitch I’m in my
I been looking for some acres and they ain’t green
But if I step up in the mall I’ll buy the whole thing
I call my diamonds Jerry Lawler when they in the ring
That money lingo for the ballers so don't say a thing
Shut the fuck up
Orlebar when I’m swimming through the r-r-racks
Audemar for my bid but I could get that back
Double R 12-gauge watch the kid kick back
All aboard ‘cause I’m paid bitch don’t hit my jack
I pepper the diamonds bitch I’m subtly shining
Bling-blaow take a look oh you suddenly blinded
My gross was hundreds and thousands
We spent hundreds on mileage
Checked the lingo when they speaking boy them numbers be lying

Talking ‘bout a dollar I don’t got it right now net
Card got declined why you say it so loud net
Broke and got some talent I make 20 dollar stretch
I could eat the whole month that’s 20 dollar flex
I was loosey with the moochies let ‘em hold something
I need all of that back if you owe something
I seen none of my racks from the show budget
Thought we was all up in the black but it’s so blooded
How the fuck that happen
Stressing ‘cause Matt backed it
Thought it was big breesh
Now I’m planning for back taxes
Thrifted for mad fashion
Wonder would they refund it
Scraping for dollars but bitch I just came from hundreds
Won’t leave the crib ‘cause I can’t pay the metro
Won’t skrt the erk ‘cause I can’t pay for petro
On a ramen diet
That mean rapping rapping
‘Cause I can not even cop a ramen package
No I don’t smoke cheeba can’t afford that habit
If I did I’d be toking broke boy backwoods
With the broke boy accent
Uh
Broke boy action
Hold the 20s can’t repay ‘em counting broke boy Jacksons
I don’t pay ‘em attention you know I can’t afford it
Maybe you should get a job no bitch I just came from touring
And I just copped a foreign
This dollar tee came from China
Got too many on the team
My dollars be with a minus
Optics say money but my pockets they different
You know I would pay you back but pockets be tripppin
I did the most with the gross tryna thumb through a check
Ended on the dark web bitch I’m low on the net
Thinking numbers don’t lie
Don't let these folks fool you
You ask the right questions
The numbers lie to you