[Intro: Homixide Meechie]

(YP, this bangs)

Uh (Uh), uh, uh, uh, uh

YP, YP, YP, YP, YP

[Chorus: Homixide Meechie]

I don't have no money problems

All my bags is filled up with dollars

I'm poppin' tags, switching swag, yeah, you know we rockin'

I got automatics and this shit had come straight from the doctor

Just let us know, we'll pull up on the scene

It's foreign, back to back, we made it out, we found a way

And we ain't never goin' back

Talkin' to my nigga, tell him we gotta go to Japan

We count this money for hours straight, this shit hurtin' my hands

Diamonds on me, stack like towers

Yeah, my boots on steroids, they Balenciaga

This drip we rockin' one-of-one, I can't even pronounce it

It's not in store, huh, so don't try to go find it (Huh)

[Verse: Homixide Beno!]

We ain't havin' no money problems

We like to run it up, yeah, we get big bucks

Rock out the show in Japan, we rock out the show in Thailand

We havin' Givenchy, what ya sayin'?

We havin' this shit in our pants

Hey, hunnids, fifties, and thousands, we gettin'

We spendin' this shit on a lil' body-body

Hey, Goyard bag for my luggage

Bitch wanna see me, she said that she love me

Hold on, I gotta get this cash

I run it up fast, I might see jetlag, ayy

I'm on a jet, it's fast, they say it's a Leer

I'm talkin' to the pilot, he say that we here

Hit in the bedroom, I'm pullin' her hair

She like it like just right there

Dress in all black, I'm Opium, yeah

I'm a rockstar villain, for real

Told baby, I don't wanna see no tears

I'm a rockstar, ready to kill

And I be on point, I look both ways

And I look in my rear view, for real, yeah

[Chorus: Homixide Meechie]

I don't have no money problems

All my bags is filled up with dollars

I'm poppin' tags, switching swag, yeah, you know we rockin'

I got automatics and this shit had come straight from the doctor

Just let us know, we'll pull up on the scene

It's foreign, back to back, we made it out, we found a way

And we ain't never goin' back

Talkin' to my nigga, tell him we gotta go to Japan

We count this money for hours straight, this shit hurtin' my hands

Diamonds on me, stack like towers

Yeah, my boots on steroids, they Balenciaga

This drip we rockin' one-of-one, I can't even pronounce it

It's not in store, huh, so don't try to go find it

[Outro]

Oh yea, y’all niggas in Atlanta

You see it, right there

You can’t even think about [?] in that motherfucker, y'all niggas so broke

Shit a fool