[Intro]

A bag of money, ayy

Look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money, ayy

Look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money, ayy

Let the band play

I look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money, uh-huh

Yeah

Ayo, Bandplay

[Chorus: Young Dolph & Key Glock]

Look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (Okay)

I look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (What?)

I look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (Okay)

I look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (Okay)

I look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (A big bag of that shit)

My reflection a bag of money (Yeah)

I look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (Yeah, yeah)

Big bag of money (Yuh)

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]

Mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror on the wall

Can you tell me who's the most drippiest of 'em all?

This lil' nigga raw (Raw), actually, he a dog (Dog)

Every time he come outside his outfit match his car (Damn)

On the stage performin', bitches throwin' me they bra (Huh)

Self-made star (Star)

Baby, I'm parked in the front in a double-R (R)

I remix my lemonade, I keep on dozin' off (Dirty)

On the golf course with my neighbors, kickin' they ass in golf (Hahahaha)

Three-tone Dolph (Three-tone)

If I say that, I stand on it (Yeah, yeah)

Bought a pendant to stand on it (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, I got them bands on me (Racks)

Shout out to my dead homie (Benjamin)

Plain rose gold Rolly (Yuh)

New coupe fully loaded (Yuh)

[Chorus]

Look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (Okay)

I look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (What?)

I look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (Okay)

I look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (Okay)

I look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (A big bag of that shit)

My reflection a bag of money (Yeah)

I look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (Yeah, yeah, mirror, mirror, mirror on the wall)

Big bag of money (Yuh)

[Verse 2: Key Glock]

I look in the mirror, I see a nigga that's one hundred (Yuh)

You know how I'm comin', I get comma after comma

And my first and last name changed to comma, comma

Yeah, big bag of that shit, big Glock

'Cause I keep them commas comin' in (Ch-cha)

Droppin' out the Benz with some twins, I'm so lit, yuh

All I do is win, feel like Khaled and Durant, yuh

Smoke big blunts, no pins, yeah

Yeah, I tote big Glocks, no Zigs, yeah

My bankroll won't bend, yeah, my bankroll too big (Woo)

This shit don't make no sense, yuh

I'm bent behind tint, yeah

Your bitch just seen my wrist

And now she all on my dick

Huh, hahaha, ayy (Ayy)

The bitch said, "Who you think you is, Glock?"

[Chorus: Young Dolph & Key Glock]

Look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (Okay)

I look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (What?)

I look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (Okay)

I look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (Okay)

I look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (A big bag of that shit)

My reflection a bag of money (Yeah)

I look in the mirror, my reflection a bag of money (Yeah, yeah)

Big bag of money (Yuh)