[Intro: Mir Fontane]

Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Mir Fontane]

I need a Benz and a mansion, I need diamonds on me dancin'

Diamonds black like Michael Jackson, diamonds white like Michael Jackson

I spent two racks on my fashion, I'm under the cheese like a caption

And Momma said I need to slow up, ayy, I worry about money too much

I need a Benz and a mansion, I need diamonds on me dancin'

Diamonds black like Michael Jackson, diamonds white like Michael Jackson

I spent 2 racks on my fashion, I'm under the cheese like a caption

And Momma said I need to slow up, ayy, I worry about money too much

[Verse 1: Mir Fontane]

Worry about the money too much, yeah, worry about hunnids too much, yeah

Don't do no talkin' when I'm on the internet, can't give these dummies too much

I'm from the muhfuckin' side, yeah, young niggas die every time, yeah

BDBDBD Billie Jean, you know the baby ain't mine, yeah

You had to fall in line, yeah

I got it, I spend it, it's mine, yeah

I treat my seconds like they be my checks and I feel like you wastin' my-

City way outta control again, the summer gone, it's getting cold again

Relay races when they see my homie out here runnin' crazy with the pole again

Coppas out here on patrol again

I need that bitch to take my soul again

Heart on my sleeve like I’m valentine

Moonwalkin' thru the dollar signs

[Chorus: Mir Fontane & Shawn Smith]

I need a Benz and a mansion, I need diamonds on me dancin'

Diamonds black like Michael Jackson, diamonds white like Michael Jackson

I spent 2 racks on my fashion, I'm under the cheese like a caption

And Momma said I need to slow up, ayy, I worry about money too much

I need a Benz and a mansion, I need diamonds on me dancin'

Diamonds black like Michael Jackson, diamonds white like Michael Jackson (Shawn Smith)

I spent 2 racks on my fashion, I'm under the cheese like a caption (Shawn Smith)

And Momma said I need to slow up, ayy, I worry about money too much (Shawn Smith)

[Verse 2: Shawn Smith]

I used to wanna trap for [?]

Humble in my heart but a crook to a king

Pop used to trap, I would look and would see

Left it on the table, well good that's for me

Maybe if I took it, he would never even know

Found right out, he got gypped for a G

[?]

Had to learn distance, and then I turned Christian, now hoped to be everything the Book said I'd be

Granted, I could rhyme, I was standing with some lames, never saw it coming till I left

[?]

Needed cheddar, started hustlin' for a better way to stack

I was sad, not as live, we was panickin' in pain

I just get up, called my cousin, get a session, pay the rent

While I had a 9-5, I was managin' the game

Do not care 'bout all the hunnids, they can never say I'm wack

Waitin' every week on the interview, it's pitiful

My dawg always told me that the trap was considerable

Shit was on [?], but the digits too minimal

We givin' niggas lean, like they did the smooth criminal

Hung around lames and crooks who wasn't likely

[?] when I get booked, they wouldn't write me

Couldn't get a cut, this look just wasn't like me

Life turned thriller, [?] in front of wifey

Too hot to fuck with thots on the Gram

Barely cool with you, don't rock with your man

All these monkey niggas can stop with the [?]

Hate to burst your bubbles, your shots never land

[Chorus: Mir Fontane]

I need a Benz and a mansion, I need diamonds on me dancin'

Diamonds black like Michael Jackson, diamonds white like Michael Jackson

I spent 2 racks on my fashion, I'm under the cheese like a caption

And Momma said I need to slow up, ayy, I worry about money too much

I need a Benz and a mansion, I need diamonds on me dancin'

Diamonds black like Michael Jackson, diamonds white like Michael Jackson

I spent 2 racks on my fashion, I'm under the cheese like a caption

And Momma said I need to slow up, ayy, I worry about money too much