[Intro]

​rembrandt

​digital, digital, digital, digital

​clip

[Verse 1: clip]

I got money on my mind

They say "clip, like where you at?"

I got money in the bag

Ah-ah-ah (clip)

Talk down on me, now you learn

[?], yeah, you should

Wouldn't even do it if I could

Nah, nah, nah

Talk down on me, now you learn

[?], yeah, you should

Wouldn't even do it if I could (If I could)

[Verse 2: Scruff]

K-keep my 46 tucked

Sold my soul for six bucks

B-Be to far to give up

I know you think this enough

I simply can't give a fuck

I shoot my shot 'til I'm stuck

When you touch me you's a glove

Whatever you do, I'm above

[Verse 3: keeta]

Th-they don't wanna talk to me no more

'Cause I'm getting everything that they wanted and maybe more

Had a whole lot to say before you was dead on the floor

And I heard that you was sad 'cause you keep getting ignored

I was 6 [?]

Now I'm with digital, best believe we got big bucks

Yeah, I know that you mad, yeah, you pissed off

Feeling like it's Black Ops II, where the zombies?

Now I'm feeling like I'm Rick Toffen

[Verse 4: Xetonyl]

Up the mag, count the cash, keep it to yourself

I got Prada bag tags on, don't need nobody else

I heard we chasing bags

I want my money back

P-probably took a couple racks

Swerving in that all black

And I know this because of you

All my hundreds turnin' blue

Watch me pull up with that .42

Bitch, you know that choppa spray when it bang at you

You talk shit, but who are you?

I don't really got a clue

Girl, never I never wanted you

I'ma show you what this money do

[Verse 5: BabySantana]

R-r-run up, do not touch me

She say, "Tana, you're a blessing"

Leave me, I got your brother you ain't see what he was wasting

Low-key got me tired, so I'm yawning

I'm st-st-stretching

I feel like I'm Reno

Woah, woah

You hoes 'gon test me