Yeah

Ho, ho, ho, ho

Cliché if it's not making dollars, baby, it's not making sense

How you picky with your art when you can't even pay your rent?

Chipped for years, and years, and years, but seems you haven't made a dent

All that dreaming shit you chasing showed its face then came and went

Feels like I'm out here scuba diving with an anchor

While my people fighting demons and the cancers

Tryna fix it singing ballads, singing anthems

How I'm so clueless with the last name Ansah

Shawty, get

Shawty, get inspired

How 'bout that?

How 'bout that this time?

Shawty, get

Shawty, get inspired

How 'bout that?

How 'bout that this time?

(Shawty, get inspired)

(How 'bout that this time?)

(Shawty, get inspired)

(How 'bout that?

How 'bout that this time?)

That-that, that-that, that-that

F**u figure that-that, that-that, that-that?

F**u figure that-that, that-that, that-that?

F**u figure that-that, that-that, that-that?

F**u figure that?

Spend the money, spend the money, spend the money

Get the money, get the money, get the money

It's nothing to me, nothing to me, nothing to me

If I run out, I'll just make another couple million

How he do that?

Can't be sitting gentle in the storm

You gotta move that, I been busy breaking down the walls

I'm getting through that, girl, this ain't my final curtain call

I bet you knew that, knew that, knew that, knew that, trapped

If I hustle, hit the lotto, I'm just one in a milli'

Ask me how to flip it, flip it into couple of buildings

Private bars, private bars on the top of the ceiling

Lotta mollies on these bitches, they be poppin' the pillies

We got tabs, we got shrooms, we got what you be feelin'

In my whip, shit exotic, got the curb appealin'

When I go 160, we could touch stars up in this

Make a couple more, then we, then we in business

Shawty, get

Shawty, get inspired

How 'bout that?

How 'bout that this time?

Shawty, get

Shawty, get inspired

How 'bout that?

How 'bout that this time?

Shawty get

Spend the money, spend the money, spend the money

Get the money, get the money, get the money

It's nothing to me, nothing to me, nothing to me

If I run out, I'll just make another couple million

Shawty, get, shawty, get, shawty, get, shawty, get

Raised in the Bay, moved to LA

Looking for the come up, many nights, sun up

First with the rays, clubs real late

Now I'm rockin' riddles, guaranteed I'm gettin' paid

Most of this is fake, ask me what I make

I can't tell you nothin', I got secrets in the safe

Secrets in my bank, people I gotta thank

Got another album, might be droppin' end of May