[Pre-Chorus:]

Ain’t got a lot of girls that I could trust

6 in my head, the one in my bed

The others are feds, they eating my bread

I gotta keep all the family fed

Ain’t seein’ hunnids till I get ahead

I’m spending, I’m spending, I’m causing a fuss

Blue bills is a must, “In God” that “We Trust”

I’m makin’ deals, ain’t nothin’ discussed

[Chorus:]

Expensive tastes, expensive ways

I’m finna put all this money to waste

Two watches, but they not tickin’ the same

One for the flight and one for the stay

City to city like I got a case

They watch like vultures, thеy all in my face

I’m gettin’ sick of my money, okay

I’m finna spеnd it like it’s my last day

[Verse:]

Skrt

How we pull up

These people think we was born with the gold

Bitch, you foolish

Wrist with the bust and my fingers are froze

Bitch, it’s mucus

Ice in my veins and my heart real cold

Actin’ ruthless

Clique at the stu’, you know it’s the crew

I gotta do what I gotta do

Bathin’ in money, my tub is a pool

Head built like Phineas, I never lose

Sweeter the person, the rotter the roots

They want to cheat, I’m losing my cool

They want my money, so they gotta go

Clique finna end it, we ain’t need a tool

[Chorus:]

Expensive tastes, expensive ways

I’m finna put all this money to waste

Two watches, but they not tickin’ the same

One for the flight and one for the stay

City to city like I got a case

They watch like vultures, they all in my face

I’m gettin’ sick of my money, okay

I’m finna spend it like it’s my last day

[Pre-Chorus:]

Ain’t gotta lotta girls that I could trust

6 in my head, the one in my bed

The others are feds, they eating my bread

I gotta keep all the family fed

Ain’t seein’ hunnids till I get ahead

I’m spending, I’m spending, I’m causing a fuss

Blue bills is a must, “In God” that “We Trust”

I’m makin’ deals, ain’t nothin’ discussed

[Chorus:]

Expensive tastes, expensive ways

I’m finna put all this money to waste

Two watches, but they not tickin’ the same

One for the flight and one for the stay

City to city like I got a case

They watch like vultures, they all in my face

I’m gettin’ sick of my money, okay

I’m finna spend it like it’s my last day

[Verse:]

Bro told me “Switch it up”

I need accountants to keep track of riches now

Gettin’ big-headed, I told you I’m Phineas

Muddied my lotus and few get the references

I want song with Lil Baby like honestly

Talkin’ my shit and there’s more where it’s coming from

Passport is India, visa was USA, lawyer in Canada

Waited on permanent

40 to hurry up, 100 in houses

Houses on houses

I want a house but a crib for my kids

I want a house that you can’t see the end

I need some riches that do not make sense

I need a Roger lil’ Smith on my wrist

I want that Haven lil’ Court on my back

I want that Homer that shine on my neck

I cannot go to no Met with no clique

Give me a plus 4 when you send the ‘vites

I need the team when I go take awards

I do not pray but I talk to the lord