{Intro}
Yuhhhhh
I feel like the sky the limit, I brought the gang they with it
We goin up let's get it, I don’t fake shit for no image

B*tch blowing my phone like she call the police
I take a trip, I go to Belize
Air Force Ones don't like em creased
I'm causing havoc still wanna find peace

Feel like a pit I go off the leash, smoking that Zaza we smoking that peach

Your hoe gonna fuck, She think I preach, these boys be broke I sit and teach
I feel like jump man gym, I don’t rock no timbs
(Yuh)

She reach for clout she go on a limb, walk out the bank I walk with a limp
(Cash)

Stars in the whip got the shit tinted, praying to god tell mama I did it
Snap on the back don't fuck no fitted
Fuckin w models, she don't like the kitchen, get to the money it's itching

{Chorus}
Whoah, I know that money itching
(Whoahhh)
Yea that money itching
Yea that money itching
(yea)
Yea that money itching
Yea that money itching, Yea that money itching
{Verse}
I'm with gang outside, don't you cross the line
We got twos and nines, I can't choose no side

I run it I get it, I get it back in, got me a thottie she wanna Birkin
All of these ni**as they under me, got on these diamonds they ornaments

B*tch I'm no space cadet, they gonna call me the captain
I made them run away, nobody in the way
(yea)
I can’t see em yea
I can’t see em yea
Nobody in the way, said I can't see em yea
Im rocking ice go blind, these h*es they act like they mine
I started seeing Red, I told them this the end
(yea)
Let it go, I play the game like it’s domino, I'm off the purp like Geronimo, ask me a question like I don't know, got me a tennis need one of those

Feeling the itch
(uh-yeah!)

Look at my pockets on f**king swole
(Whoah, Whoah)