[Intro]
You know it
You know it
They know it
You know
You know
[Hook]
All this money on me, I feel like Floyd (too much money)
I got too much money on me, they can't ignore me (too much money)
Look at all this money on me, my appearance they know of it
These strippers they gon dance for it, and I'm gon throw it
She gon shake her a** for the money, I be living fast for the money
ATL ATL ATL, n***a taking chance for the money
Still hustle hard for the money, n***a can't starve for the money
n***a f** being broke, n***a f** being broke, can't run out of money
[Verse 1 – Jose Guapo]
n***a f** a money counter, n***a f** ten counter, I count it by myself
n***a f** being broke, n***a it's young Guapo, I'm handsome and wealthy
When I check the forecast, or we changing the weather
Designer umbrellas, put some more ice in the bezel
If you're street, we'll finesse you
Money on money, no pressure
Pull up in compressors (foreign)
And we got [?] sweaters
It's bad [?] nat nat
Guapo he dealt like a crack sack
n***a f**ing up they wrist, those are the n***as we laugh at
f** up my set get it right back, throw up the money, they like that
Diamonds been bird, that's fight night
They hitting, the biting like Mike Ty
Undefeated like Mayweather, pop more sh** then AB
Damn look at your wrist [?], is that a Rolex or AP?
[Hook]
[Verse 2 – Quavo]
She taking her chance for the paper, she fell in love with my money
Fall off in the booth, the club I pull up with a truck load of money
I'm seeing my n***a with choppas, know that they getting into something
Then we hit the runway on a PJ, call the country
Migo gang, OG, head huncho
You can catch me in the street [?] with Longway and young Guapo
What n***a you know on the North side made a quarter mil in a goddamn bando
Young trap spot n***a, f**ing with the migos have your block hot n***a
You ain't never seen a lot of red dots on your bottom looking like a pack of cortisone
That's young homie the reason, my n***as come get you and it's murder season
Yeah she working for me, remixing for me
Yeah she cooking for me, all this money for me
Her name is Alicia, her boss got the key
[Hook]
[Verse 2 – Offset]
Do anything just to get to the cash
Mama said I'm gonna give her a heart attack
b**hes ain't sh**, they be f**ing no cuffing
She s** me I'm skeeting all over her eyelash
You not from my hood so you don't get a pa**
I'm on the highway, 50 bricks on the bypa**
Cook up a brick, break down a brick
Coca on my knuckles looking like ash
Hopping out the Bentley, f**ing with the chickens
Throw the money in the air, you got it, ain't no tricking
Talking bout you got that money n***a, know you fiction
Broke and these n***as keep talking but I ain't gon listen
Throw the money on the b**hes, I done paid tuition
All of my n***as, we migos but we don't wear dickeys
All of my clothes are exquisite, all of my b**hes long distance
Minajing these b**hes, no Nicki
Versace my lenses like Biggie
p**y boy n***a a sissy
Throwing the money like Frisbees
f** you talking, f** n***a I'm strapped
Your b**h keep on staring, your b**h gon get kidnapped
In the club, Offset keep throwing the racks
Money all over the floor to my kneecaps
[Hook]