[Chorus: Tropes]

Ohh, oh

I look at the money and it look back

Pockets too fat I need a bookbag

Leave that shit in the past, I can't turn back

Roll up to the shit, yeah we shook that

[Verse 1: Tropes]

Why the tiptoe, why'd you do that?

Grow like willow, went home and flew back

That's how I feel bro. Yourself, don't lose that

I'm just real bro, where is dude at?

[Verse 2: heartstopmiami]

I jus wanna skip this episode, cus its a bad one

Betty wanna pull up, fuckin have fun

I just made a song, its a sad one

I pass dylan all my weed, roll a fat one

She like how i ball, pass the cash on

Ay, made a sex tape, with the flash on

Pillow on the face, fuckin backshots

You distracted, focus on the task yuh

[Verse 3: Tropes]

That shit very bad, yuh

They don't get it now but they gon catch on

This shit's not a game, there's no addons

I stick to the paper like some tacks, oh

He didn't pull up, he just passed on

He can't make a bitch laugh, Jimmy Fallon

How much money do I want? I want a gallon

All you do is latch on like a talon

[Verse 4: heartstopmiami]

This is not my body bitch, this a avatar

I got blue on my body, like it's avatar

Over, tell a bitch "it's over"

Rari and rovers, these hoes love chief Sosa

Lil bitch I'm an alien, fuckin flying saucer, ay

Sorry sir, I think I bagged yo daughter, yuh

Ima give her back cus I don't want her

Ima get him hit, cus I love slaughter

Ohh, oh

[Chorus: Tropes]

Oh, I look at the money and it look back

Pockets too fat I need a bookbag

Leave that shit in the past, I can't turn back

Roll up to the shit, yeah we shook that