[Chorus: Khan and Tracy]
I want money, hoes
Cars, clothes
Yachts, Rolls
I want more
I want stacks, racks
I want a bitch that speak french with a fat ass
I want jewels, gems
I want a big chandelier in a mansion

[Verse 1: Khan]
My ice is shining, how'd I get so icy?
These n***as hate me cause their girlfriend like me
Step on stage and then the crowd start citing
And when they writing they be tryna sound like us
Got a hundred hoes, shakin' ass, takin' off they clothes
Got me throwing cash
Spendin' lots of dough
I can spend it fast
Since I can get some mo'
Foreign smoking on that vacuum sealed shit
All these fuck n***as is that shit I can't deal with
Only hanging with my n***as I was in the field with
I was in the streets while yo ass was on field trips
For real, bitch
[Chorus: Khan and Tracy]
I want money, hoes
Cars, clothes
Yachts, Rolls
I want more
I want stacks, racks
I want a bitch that speak french with a fat ass
I want jewels, gems
I want a big chandelier in a mansion

[Verse 2: Tracy]
Ayy, walking wit' the stick, grandpa
No love for a bitch, I love my grandma
I'm so geeked I spilt my fanta
Beef with Khan and I'm shootin' like a camera
I want money, hoes
Step on stage, camera flash, boy, I hit my pose
Rockstar shit, moshpit, I'ma stage dive
Rude boy, I'm a rude boy, I won't say hi
Lil Tracy, Khan, boy we stay high
Bitches starin' when we slide by
Dancin' like I scored a winning touchdown
And that bitch used to play me she want a hug now
I want money, hoes
I got Gucci and some Fendi in my wardrobe
I want big racks
I want a bitch bad
Hit from the front and the back
[Outro: Khan]
I want money, hoes
Cars, clothes
Yachts, Rolls
I want more