[Chorus: Money Man]
I'm tryna get the Louis, these Cartiers confusing
These shoes are Versace, I don't [?]
My exotic so potent, my bitches, they chose, they Italian, they smokin'
She twerk it, she throw it, I sip it, I pour it
I spit this shit like a motherfuckin' poet
Bitch, I'm the realest, but I never wrote this shit
Just like a horse, I just hopped on and rode it
I'm in a Trackhawk and I can't control it
I can't have her play me just like a controller
Do dash in the foreign, a lot on the motor
All these racks in my jeans got me feelin' so bloated
Got a bitch at the crib and she wet like the ocean
I just hit the lil' bitch and I told her come over
Got the Bentley truck now, had to trade in the Rover
I'm mixin' my soda, my heart just be just like Minnesota

[Verse 1: Money Man]
Pull the stick, let it loose like I'm bipolar
All this loud in the house, got a loud odor
Every n***a in the struggle got love for me
All the plugs on the West, they got bud for me
Every day, gotta hit up the gun range
N***as ain't got no heart, they just bitch-made
I just purchased my lil' bitch a Mustang
I been trappin', lil' n***a, since eighth grade
Everything that I'm burning that high grade
Made a hundred K juggin' 'em, then spent
I swear me and lil' mama connected
When she with me, she feel so protected
This a 'Vette right here, that not a Lexus
They show mad love when I go to Texas
Just to re-up, I went me a distance
I'll come and end your existence
You got Virgil, had four of the santan
Finna go get a bag, I'm relentless
Makin' hits, ain't got time for these bitches
We gon' see who can shoot this shit quickest
How you pull out a stick and ain't hit shit?
I just find me a glitch, I'm the slickest
I just poured me a four in some Sunkist
[Chorus: Money Man]
I'm tryna get the Louis, these Cartiers confusing
These shoes are Versace, I don't [?]
My exotic so potent, my bitches, they chose, they Italian, they smokin'
She twerk it, she throw it, I sip it, I pour it
I spit this shit like a motherfuckin' poet
Bitch, I'm the realest, but I never wrote this shit
Just like a horse, I just hopped on and rode it
I'm in a Trackhawk and I can't control it
I can't have her play me just like a controller
Do dash in the foreign, a lot on the motor
All these racks in my jeans got me feelin' so bloated
Got a bitch at the crib and she wet like the ocean
I just hit the lil' bitch and I told her come over
Got the Bentley truck now, had to trade in the Rover
I'm mixin' my soda, my heart just be colder

[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
Heart cold from all this pain, at Club E11EVEN on Biscayne
Ordered fifty-nine rosé bottles, I swear to God that I miss Maine
In the rearview when I switch lanes, Big 59, I done switched names
Pull on side of this Bentley truck, 7.62's gon' exchange
Forty thou' on these VV's, two thou' a tooth, the foreign powder blue
Bad bitch from Chicago tryna pull up on me at the Fontainebleau
Had a fifty on me at TSA, they was all new, they was all blue
I ain't count shit and you ain't keepin' shit, tell your supervisor better fall through
Line him up for a booby trap, bottle service at the Boobietrap
Gucci on me, no Coogi hat, big dawg, no Scooby Snack
My ex fucked my enemy, but I ain't bein' petty, tryna get her back
Just tell him keep my name out his mouth, 'cause that sneak dissin' gon' get him whacked, it's Philthy
[Chorus: Money Man]
I'm tryna get the Louis, these Cartiers confusing
These shoes are Versace, I don't [?]
My exotic so potent, my bitches, they chose, they Italian, they smokin'
She twerk it, she throw it, I sip it, I pour it
I spit this shit like a motherfuckin' poet
Bitch, I'm the realest, but I never wrote this shit
Just like a horse, I just hopped on and rode it
I'm in a Trackhawk and I can't control it
I can't have her play me just like a controller
Do dash in the foreign, a lot on the motor
All these racks in my jeans got me feelin' so bloated
Got a bitch at the crib and she wet like the ocean
I just hit the lil' bitch and I told her come over
Got the Bentley truck now, had to trade in the Rover
I'm mixin' my soda, my heart just be colder