We don't f**k with you no more 'cause niggas be flawed as hell

And you know I'm 'bout my coins like I'm bout to toss in a well

And my money talking crazy, shit be tight as hell

Diamonds dance like the Jabbawockee

I stack cheese like it's melting on broccoli

I'm beating the p**y, I'm using karate

I was in the trap, seen a chrome Maserati

Stack paper up, read about it

Said she wanna f**k, give me your body

I'm in the truck, girl, be my driver

Said she gon' suck, sloppy toppy

I don't know what you want from me

N**a can't get no songs for free

She wanna give me everything

I just really want a piece

She really want a wedding ring

Kaepernick, gotta take a knee

Why y'all wanna settle me

How that n**a get that cheese

Yeah buddy, yeah buddy, yeah buddy, yeah (trust me)

Yeah buddy, yeah buddy, yeah buddy, yeah (trust me, trust me)

Countin' my money every Monday (trust me)

Rockin' ice-cream, no sundae (trust me)

We gon' switch at Sunday (trust me)

Know I'll be rich, yeah, one day (trust me)

(Trust me) niggas wanna be just like me (trust me)

Superhero, black lightning (trust me)

Got my Yeezi in the crowd, team Nike (trust me)

Pull out the crown, she wifey (trust me)

Ayy, you in your feelings, I'm numb to the bullshit

Smoke it up now, rollin' a tulip

I got her wet like she jumped off a cruise ship

Dive in her p**y so I never lose it

Keep on a rubber, yes I gotta use it

Smoking and shinin', this shit make me foolish

Yeah buddy, yeah buddy, yeah buddy, yeah

Yeah buddy, yeah buddy, yeah buddy, run it

Depend on us, ayy, we just gon' run it up (run it up)

Depend on us, ayy, we just gon' run it up (run it up, run it up, run it up)

Yeah, the Depend on us, ayy, we was supposed to run it up (run it up)

Depend on us, ayy, we just gon' run it up (run it up)

Depend on us, ayy, we was supposed to run it up (run it up)

Depend on us, ayy, we just gon' run it up (run it up)

N**a not gang, I don't know him

I'm in Chiraq, shoutout foe'nem

I feel like Shaq, I'm O'Neal

They beat your own ass, Jermaine O'Neal

N**a talk money, that's my old deal

I just met Howie deal or no deal

She wanna ride like a four-wheel

Amateur b**h, she got no skill

Rafs on my feet, I keep a tab on me

I feel like I'm Santana, jewels on me

I buy what I want, a spoiled brat I be

I get what I want 'cause all this cash on me

All this cash (on me)

Cash, cash, cash (on me, on me, on me)

All this cash (on me)

Cash, cash, cash (on me, on me, on me)

All these racks (on me)

Racks, racks, racks (on me, on me, on me)

All this cash (on me)

Cash, cash, cash (on me, on me, on me)

All these racks (on me)

Racks, racks, racks (on me, on me, on me)