[Chorus]

Let's go, this that shit you get that money to (You did good, $lick)

Yeah, yeah, aight, yeah (It's a Smash)

This that shit you get that money to

Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah

Told that bitch I don't need her

Ho wanna talk about feelings, well, I'm feeling myself, yeah

Terrorist up in the SRT, I'm giving them hell, yeah

I been codeine crazy, splitting Xans with hoes, yeah

It's been fuck you, pay me, even my manners gone, oh

[Post-Chorus]

This that shit you get that money to, yeah

This that shit you get that money to, yeah

This that shit you get that money to, aight

This that shit you get that money to, yeah

[Verse]

Chrome hеarts for the stigma, I taper the rick up, yеah

Ruger up in my hoodie, Balenci' won't zip up, yeah

Repping that double-R C, Russian roulette click, yeah

Hiding her face from the camera, been fucking her lips up, yeah

SVJ or Wraith, I wake up and pick one

Bad bitch, white owl grape, I wake up and split one

Gassin' up the gang, get up and go get some

Put a average on my side, she turn to a ten, huh? Ayy

Nothing to get my racks up, they looking for backup, yeah

Walls looking like some dirty teeth, they gettin' all plaqued up, yeah

TRX 4x4 sittin' up like a Mack truck

They know I'm a killer, it's cool, I don't have to act tough

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, aight

If money the root of all evil, might as well call me a demon

This ho gotta pay me to fuck, future millionaires in my semen

Eight figures for the swag, closet-looking like Neiman's

Fuck 'em, I'm settin' a boundary, still got a chip on my shoulder

I see that he barely breathing, I still gotta fuck him over

Gronk spiking my soda, in the field with the crash outs

3s hanging like a floater, yeah, I can show you how to cash out

Pretty bitch with a bad mouth, they ain't haters, they parasites

Turn his life to a memory, couldn't even fill up a megabyte

Thick bitch with some coochie cutters, dick get hard from the cellulite

Plenty days I been wrong, but every day my money right

[Chorus]

This that shit you get that money to

Yeah, yeah, aight, yeah

This that shit you get that money to

Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah

Told that bitch I don't need her

Ho wanna talk about feelings, well, I'm feeling myself, yeah

Terrorist up in the SRT, I'm giving them hell, yeah

I been codeine crazy, splitting Xans with hoes, yeah

It's been fuck you, pay me, even my manners gone, oh

Even my manners gone

Even my manners gone

[Post-Chorus]

This that shit you get that money to, yeah

This that shit you get that money to, yeah

This that shit you get that money to, aight

This that shit you get that money to, yeah