[Intro: Baby Money]
The reason I keep buying rose gold
Think this lil' bitch a demon, she just come and take my soul
Retired strippers, we pulled up on n***as, come and take they pole
If the oven had lips, they’d come and take my stove, yeah
(1-800 for you)

[Verse 1: Baby Money]
Don't say shit on Instagram, n***a, tell me how they smoke
Enough buttons in this bitch to button up a n***a coat
Since 2957, I've been fuckin’ n***as' hoes
Since 2018, I've been frontin' n***as 'bows
Couple years before that, I wore other n***as' clothes
'Fore I signed a deal, I was still goin', hittin’ thе road
They found a diamond in the rough and they was lookin’ for somе gold
First shot hit the truck, I was clutchin' on my pole
First bitch I wanna fuck gon’ be touchin' on her toes
Brought her 'round the gang on purpose, now she fuckin' on my bros
I’m a big boss problem, bitch
Bet them n***as counterfeit
Stash in a foreign 12 mile, they can't find the stick

[Chorus: Baby Money]
N***a, the money is the reason I keep buying rose gold
Think this lil' bitch a demon, she just come and take my soul Retired strippers, we pulled up on n***as, come and take they pole
If the oven had lips, they'd come and take my stove
N***as prayin' up to God while I'm the one that he chose
To live life, fuck bitches, rock ice, and stack pros
All-white party, we pullin' up in black Rovers
We ain't worried 'bout no price, my n***a, them racks on us, yeah
[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Oh, yeah, just flew my Linwood bitch off to Paris
Made her sign an NDA, this shit can't come between my marriage (Can't take shit)
Really G7, the solitaire seven carats (Yeah)
Your n***a starin', so he can't be mad if you stare (I bet you'd do it)
Bitch, green rectangles, white squares, tan circles (Bricks)
N***as tellin', they get in that room and write a journal (Snitch)
Five bust Cubans, ten Maybach, RIP Virgil (Ice)
Call of Duty guns, brody gon' run up and thirst you (Stand over him)
I keep buying rose gold, that's what that grind 'bout (Where you goin'?)
Boy, you grown, go get some money, fuck that cryin' 'bout? (What you doin'?)
In the restaurant with buttons, opps can't dine out (Brrt)
You know who run the fuckin' city, fuck you talkin' 'bout?

[Chorus: Baby Money]
N***a, the money is the reason I keep buying rose gold
Think this lil' bitch a demon, she just come and take my soul
Retired strippers, we pulled up on n***as, come and take they pole
If the oven had lips, they'd come and take my stove
N***as prayin' up to God while I'm the one that he chose
To live life, fuck bitches, rock ice, and stack pros
All-white party, we pullin' up in black Rovers
We ain't worried 'bout no price, my n***a, them racks on us, yeah