Ain't nothing on my mind but money
Me and my friends, we all love money
And I think these dollar signs they love me
Cause these God damn dollar signs keep coming
My bitch is a Porsche pusher
Man your bitch broke
She got good taste
She got good throat
She got Louis V
And Manolo
Fine in real life, and in photos
She a good girl, not a hoe though
She on ten toes, she on go mode
I attack that ass
I'ma smack that ass
I'ma get it red
Just like Elmo
Ha ha ha ha
Laughing to the bank, lil bitch
Black CG with the Louis
I'm looking like a bank, lil bitch
Tired of the Keisha
I ain't smoking on weed
I ain't smelling no dank, lil bitch
Probably Tom Ford
Mixed with Dior
While I'm just swerving through lanes, lil bitch
I like the way that you do me
Swear to God life is movie
That pussy enticing
Feel like Tyson
Beat it up right
She gon suck it like Dyson
Run around drunk till we're up like Bryson
Class I flunked but in life I won
Body on ten and the head go dumb
Ain't nothing on my mind but money
Me and my friends, we all love money
And I think these dollar signs they love me
Cause these God damn dollar signs keep coming
Woke up today on some fuck the world shit
Then I doubled my money
And my doubled my bitches
Two white hoes
No red light district
Two thick hoes
They do my dishes
I'm in the studio, I let em listen
She like, damn
July, you different
I told the bitch
The only time that I miss
Is when my bitch on an island
But shit I'll just fly to the island
We swerving
Sliding, riding
Fucking and thriving
I'm drinking, she driving
Baby you tan on the beach
Then you gon be the hottest
Baby, tell me I'm lying
Ain't nothing on my mind but money
Me and my friends, we all love money
And I think these dollar signs they love me
Cause these God damn dollar signs keep coming