[Produced by: Childish Major]

[Verse 1: Curtis Williams]

Yeah, Childish Major

Uh, uh look, I said we showed up and we turned up

Good kush, get burned up

Straight shots, tell em' drink up

Think of money, you think of us

Two door, no roof on it

Fucked once and got proof homie

No bread, don't see a point

Probably went skiing if I'm smoking joints

Love talking money, now she poppin' for these bands

We don't cuff em', I love em', tell her pop some for my mans

The game been comin' up, now these boys got out they hands

But where the fuck was you when we was workin' on these plans

I said my set straight and my mom straight

My old hoes just too late, good tree, QP

Smoke it all in like two days, gettin' paid

But we just havin' fun, cause bitch we work hard

So we deserve some, what?

[Hook]

Money, Clothes, Sour

Money, Clothes and Sour (Repeat 3x)

We got Money, Clothes, Sour

Money Clothes and Sour

Money, Clothes, Sour

Money, Clothes and Sour (Repeat 2X)

[Verse 2: Robb Bank$]

Two ex pills and a water, keep these hoes name out my mouth

And my rider got his fire, I'm tryna' see what your cash about

Savage Life, I dun' done it all

Ain't none one of these niggas gon' scare me

I'll bust me a nigga, just to see how he fare against me

And I don't even transport in public, them keys came in low-key

Gave her a room key, touch her privates in some privacy

And girl honestly I'm on a Xanax, but

You must be hooked on phonics, cause them things used to be B-cups

I'm seaside, Smart Stuntin'

Boy, in boat shoes, I'm juggin'

Had my hood sign come from nothin'

All this time, only thought that there was one type of em'

Boy you finna' get an STD, tryna' fuck with me

Nigga South Florida in my blood

Two nines tucked, holding up my britches

I done smoked Ports better than that mid you hittin'

Lil' bitch

[Hook] x2