[Hook]
Don‘t [bad word] with me…
[Verse 1]
I got car money, fresh start money
I want Saudi money, I want art money
I want women to cry and pour out their heart for me
And tell me how much they hate it when they apart from me
Yeah, and lately I do [bad word] the meanest
Tell ‘em I love ‘em and don’t ever mean it, we go on dates
I send the Maybach out in neighborhoods they never seen it
That [bad word] is dangerous but it so convenient, I ain’t lying
Yeah, [bad word] I sit
That manual Ferrari Italian, some fly [bad word] It’s sittin’ at the house like I bought in ’96
Cause honestly I’m too [bad word] busy to drive stick
I swear, too [bad word] busy, too busy [bad word] This [bad word] girl, but to me she wasn’t been hot
Before they open doors for me, pre-heated oven
I’m in this so but I ain’t finished though, it’s been a minute though
My newest girl from back home, got issues with parents
And some charges, how the [bad word] can I get her to Paris?
Luckily, I’m the greatest my country’s ever seen
So chances are I get the border to issue me clearance
Dreams money can buy
Everybody else surprised I wasn’t surprised
That’s only cause I been waitin’ on it, [bad word] So [bad word] whoever hatin’ on a [bad word]  of course

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Food from India, she in Charlotte Olympia’s
We talked music for hours she never mentioned ya
Can’t tell you how much I love when niggas think they got it
And I love the fact that line made ‘em think about it
YMCMB, these niggas make it so hard
To be friendly when I know part of it’s envy
Tryna fill the shoes, [bad word] so far these are empty
I take em off in the house because the throw carpets are Fendi
Ohh, I never seen the car you claim to drive
Well [bad word] I seen it, you just ain’t inside
And I feel like lately I went from top 5 to remaining 5
My favorite rappers either lost it or they ain’t alive
And they tryna bring us down me Weezy and Stunna
We stayed up, Christmas lights in the middle of summer
And if the girl standing next to me got a fat [bad word] Then I’ll probably give her my number
Yeah, I throw my dollars up high
And they land on the stage you dance on
We [bad word] coming over
Would it kill you to put some pants on?
Dreams money can buy
They told me it’s like a high, and it wasn’t a lie
Yeah just have some good [bad word] waiting on a [bad word] And [bad word] whoever hatin’ on a [bad word]