[Intro]
Ayy, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh

[Chorus]
I-I-I just got some money, I'ma blow
I'ma rock some Tommy for the show
I came wit' your bitch, she said "Hello"
She can't talk right now, I clog her throat
I'm still making moves, just on the low
Watch out for my shooters, so you know
They should let you know that I'm the G.O.A.T.
Stay makin' these bitches suck on hold, woah, woah, woah, woah

[Verse]
Stuck up in a money makin' mood
You n***as get roasted, you my food, yeah
Soon I'll make a name, just hit the news
Rollies from my tuxes, and my suits, yeah
I want a brand new wrist
I want a pull up in whips
Got me a baddie, she thick
While these n***as get sick
I got a new hobby, it's making you salty
'Cause I plan to stick
Told all my n***as to stick with the [?] and that extra shit
[Chorus]
I-I-I just got some money, I'ma blow
I'ma rock some Tommy for the show
I came wit' your bitch, she said "Hello"
She can't talk right now, I clog her throat
I'm still making moves, just on the low
Watch out for my shooters, so you know
They should let you know that I'm the G.O.A.T.
Stay makin' these bitches suck on hold, woah, woah, woah, woah