[Intro]

​milasius, come back

​shenrxn

[Chorus]

Said, baby, come here, I just wanna feel your love

I been gettin' to the money 'cause you know that's all I know

In the brand new whip with designer on my body

Baby wanna go fast 'cause she sick of goin' slow

I don't wanna hear talk, told her, "Shut up, and throw that ass back"

Gettin' money fast, yeah, we countin' all the racks

I been makin' hits, and your bitch know it's facts

If you talkin' all that shit, I be smokin' on your pack, like—

Baby, come here, I just wanna feel your love

I been gettin' to the money 'cause you know that's all I know

In the brand new whip with designer on my body

Baby wanna go fast 'cause she sick of goin' slow

I don't wanna hear talk, told her, "Shut up, and throw that ass back"

Gettin' money fast, yeah, we countin' all the racks

I been makin' hits, and your bitch know it's facts

If you talkin' all that shit, I be smokin' on your pack, like—

[Verse]

Fight night, it's on sight, no cap

We swerve on yo' block, hit yo' bitch from the back

Last couple months finally got in my bag

Ain't trappin', I got all this shit from my rap

You say you rich but I know that I'm richer

Pull out my phone, I ain't takin' a picture

Makin' a movie, yo' bitch in my bed

And I'm hittin' it raw, pussy sweet like a swisher

I be smokin' that gas, I ain't talkin' propane

Back of the whip and she givin' me brain, no concussion

I'm smokin' these opps in the Russian

[?], ain't no time for discussion

My music was bumpin', pull up to the function

Then fire up the pole, there gon' be some destruction

Sendin' these shots like three deep with the clip

Then repeat, that's the drum, I ain't talkin' percussion

[Chorus]

Said, baby, come here, I just wanna feel your love

I been gettin' to the money 'cause you know that's all I know

In the brand new whip with designer on my body

Baby wanna go fast 'cause she sick of goin' slow

I don't wanna hear talk, told her, "Shut up, and throw that ass back"

Gettin' money fast, yeah, we countin' all the racks

I been makin' hits, and your bitch know it's facts

If you talkin' all that shit, I be smokin' on your pack, like—

Baby, come here, I just wanna feel your love

I been gettin' to the money 'cause you know that's all I know

In the brand new whip with designer on my body

Baby wanna go fast 'cause she sick of goin' slow

I don't wanna hear talk, told her, "Shut up, and throw that ass back"

Gettin' money fast, yeah, we countin' all the racks

I been makin' hits, and your bitch know it's facts

If you talkin' all that shit, I be smokin' on your pack, like—