[Intro]
I was commander
There's a difference between me and these n***as
Uno, I killed it
Yeah, what? Ooh, what?
Yeah, yeah, what? Yeah
Dig, dig, dig
Uno, I killed it

[Chorus]
I'm married to money, that's facts
All these n***as got cap in they rap (Cap)
Put the bag on your head, that's a wrap, snack
I get the cheese, that's a rat snack
Baby hit me with the clapback
N***a clap at me, I clap back
Spiffy hit me with that good batch
Saint Laurent motorcycle patch (Dig)

[Verse 1]
Twenty-five hundred on Louis
Bit the sauce, I hit him with the ooh-wee
Chopper hit him, he might end up oozing
All that oozing came out from an Uzi
Is it really me or is she choosy?
Fucked that bitch and she bad and she bougie
She the type that gon' brag on her booty
I'ma fill up my bag with that blue cheese
I'ma send in your ho like lil' Lucci
And I keep me some 40s, no coolants
Get some ice and some cream like I'm Gucci
Tell the bitch wipe me down like I'm Boosie
Got some bad hoes, but don't call me Boosie
Keep a four-five, they call me a cutie
We gon' visit the trap like a doobie
I'ma act cool with them issues, we movin'
[Chorus]
I'm married to money, that's facts
All these n***as got cap in they rap (Cap)
Put the bag on your head, that's a wrap, snack
I get the cheese, that's a rat snack
Baby hit me with the clapback
N***a clap at me, I clap back
Spiffy hit me with that good batch
Saint Laurent motorcycle patch (Dig)

[Verse 2]
Might take a trip out to Dallas (Facts)
I heard they got very good statures (That's cap)
All of my diamonds are shining (Ice)
All your diamonds are made out of plastic
Swordfish, I came with the cash (Dig)
I'm slimin' a n***a, need napkins (Slime)
I'ma go in her mouth just like candy
I'ma reap it like Billy and Mandy
Mamacita, do you speak American?
I told you I wanna be rich (Dig)
I told you I'm gonna be rich (Dig)
I told you lil' n***as I'm rich (Brrt)
I hit that lil', ooh (Bitch)
I hit that lil' boy with the stick (Stick)
My diamonds, they bitin', they bitch (Lil' bitch)
I said I was raised in the kitchen (Let's go)
I think I, ooh
I think I just broke my wrist
I think I fractured my wrist (Gucci)
Manicure right on your bitch (Dig)
My manager manage your bitch
Managed to take all your bricks
I don't think you
I don't think you built for this shit
[Chorus]
I'm married to money, that's facts
All these n***as got cap in they rap (Cap)
Put the bag on your head, that's a wrap, snack
I get the cheese, that's a rat snack
Baby hit me with the clapback
N***a clap at me, I clap back
Spiffy hit me with that good batch
Saint Laurent motorcycle patch (Dig)