[Verse 1: TW33T]

Cha-Ching getting those tokens gonna play all day

We gonna play every single game

Growing up blowing up despite the hate

We are still going up

I just wanna hear people scream my name

I wanna blow up and achieve the fame

I wanna walk around able to flaunt

I wanna fight people like a Belmont

I wanna haunt I wanna taunt

I wanna be considered nonchalant

Coming straight out of the quest like a hero

Going to a hundred started from zero

All the bitches want me to stop it

But I exploit it for the profit

And I’m a prophet but I can’t top it

Everyone still telling me to stop it

[Chorus: TW33T]

Tweet tweet bitch (ay)

Fuck chicks then I ditch (Cha-Ching)

RIP my brothers man

Hoes they won’t be missed (Skrt Skrt)

Tweet tweet bitch (ay)

Fuck chicks then I ditch (Cha-Ching)

RIP my brothers man

Hoes they won’t be missed

[Verse 2: TW33T]

Rewind taken back in time

Dropping in all of these dimes

What the fuck just happened?

All the shit we imagined

All the time everyday with these

Games we used to play

We wanted to go forward

Now we look backward

Just wanna give up

Go back before the break up, burn up, being grown up

Didn’t realize we were blessed

Now figuring out we are depressed

Losing each other like we lost ourselves

Hiding ourselves among these shelves

Used to live like we were the best

Now figuring out we’re like the rest

Thought we’d be heroes but now we’re just zeroes

[Chorus: TW33T]

Tweet tweet bitch (ay)

Fuck chicks then I ditch (Cha-Ching)

RIP my brothers man

Hoes they won’t be missed (Skrt Skrt)

Tweet tweet bitch (ay)

Fuck chicks then I ditch (Cha-Ching)

RIP my brothers man

Hoes they won’t be missed

[Verse 3: TW33T]

I ain’t gonna rant you see

This is my fighting fantasy

I’m stuck here in agony

And I’m hitting you with all of this blasphemy

From my penthouse balcony

I’m more powerful than gravity

Please call me your majesty

I do all of this casually

Happily actually this is a tragedy

A mother fucking travesty

To get to me you’d have to leave your galaxy

To get to your level I need cinder block shoes

And a cruise to the Mariana Trench

I’m the head player in the game

You sitting on the bench

Imma beat you so badly like you are the French

Better bring an umbrella you’re aboutta get drenched

Mass over volume bitch you are dense

Coming at you cause I’m on the defense

Finna bitch slap you your bitch need some sense

[Chorus: TW33T]

Tweet tweet bitch (ay)

Fuck chicks then I ditch (Cha-Ching)

RIP my brothers man

Hoes they won’t be missed (Skrt Skrt)

Tweet tweet bitch (ay)

Fuck chicks then I ditch (Cha-Ching)

RIP my brothers man

Hoes they won’t be missed