[Hook]

I knew niggas with bids, giving shoes to the kids

I be frequent at Phipps, shoot you right in your lip

Got no thigh pads them hundreds

They look like some hips

Know some NBA players I'm servin' them zips

When she walk in and she give me brain off the rip

Got a chocolate bitch she look like Nesquik

For them blue hundreds niggas be desperate

I catch me a rat out of Oakland and go get narcotics

I feel like Yakuza I'm tatting my body

Exotic smoke got the car that I'm in foggy

I re-up in the mountains the terrain is rocky

Yo trap ain't got work so you niggas is jealousy

M's in the future I feel like a Prophet

I keep me a rocket I ain't talkin' bout Johnny

[Verse 1:Money Man]

I'm something like Clyde I just need me a Bonny

Five years ago used to trap out a Hyundai

Went up to Starbucks and got me a Latte

Used to get mid and my plug was an Ese

Dropped out of college ain't writing no essay

But I go mail out a pack the next day

Save the environment I bought a Tesla

You gotta charge this shit this car electric

Pour out the pint I not even gon measure

Look like my flock, I'm one hell of a shepherd

She tryna go give me sexual services

After we fuck we gon' get some nourishment

I give these young nigga words of encouragement

I take them buds off them plant and I'm servin' em

Niggas they jealous my success is hurtin' em

I talk her clothes off and I get to workin her

Pull up to trap and we hop out convertibles

She give me face and that shit was phenomenal

Five different colors Balenci's they tropical

Me cross my homeboys but that is impossible

Shape shift the lamb its gon transform

At the dealership and I paid cash for it

Old school I digi the dash-board

Give you these bullets If you ask for 'em

Lil mama with me she lookin' like Cuban Doll

Feelin like Steve Urkel Louie V overall

Thousand P's sat on the back of a pickup truck

Catch a play then call my BM to pick me up

[Hook]

I knew niggas with bids, giving shoes to the kids

I be frequent at Phipps, shoot you right in your lip

Got no thigh pads them hundreds

They look like some hips

Know some NBA players I'm servin' them zips

When she walk in and she give me brain off the rip

Got a chocolate bitch she look like Nesquik

For them blue hundreds niggas be desperate

I catch me a rat out of Oakland and go get narcotics

I feel like Yakuza I'm tatting my body

Exotic smoke got the car that I'm in foggy

I re-up in the mountains the terrain is rocky

Yo trap ain't got work so you niggas is jealousy

M's in the future I feel like a Prophet

I keep me a rocket I ain't talkin' bout Johnny