[Gonage]
I got yo (*##$ layin' naked 'cross the bed, no rosary

Stackin' up this bread like a banker, just a fee
She wanna refill, so I get that ho a B
^!$$%s on the sideline yellin' ?Who the $#&@ is he??

(*##$ I'm mac gun, you can call me Cody B
Wardrobe overseas, passports all over me
White leather seats lookin' like coca leaf

Everytime I crank up the woofer sittin' on a key
I'm Gucci buckled up, house note on my feet
Linen button-up like I'm walkin' round on the beach

Blind hoes notice me, am I wearin' (???) G?
So they wanna come and talk to me like Jodeci
Smokin' in the morning, and when I go to sleep

Blowin' presidential man I think they 'about to vote for me
Any event we party like a frat, no toga sheet
If money ain't?


[Hook]
If you ain't talkin' cash, don't say %#@!

In the VIP we champagne-spray %#@!
I'm in the club lookin' like a bank statement
If you talkin' cash, I can make arrangement

Walked in the club, ain't pay %#@!
Broke ^!$$%s hate, caus' they ain't %#@!
I'm gettin' to the cash pockets on payment

If you talkin' cash, I can make arrangement
Cody


[Childish Gambino]
Cody Bean Sr., pushin' mean ether
You don't know Childish, ^!$$% me neither

Eastside Atlanta, flyest ^!$$% in a Waffle House
If it ain't money, man, we ain't got %#@! to talk about
Kennedy compound, my 20-room house

So big my ex-girls ain't gotta move out
If you ain't talkin' cash, don't say %#@!
My bank account look like when little kids break %#@!

Ooooooo, if I'm breathin' I can handle it
Watching all my dreams get together like an ampersand
Blueprint the new %#@!, mixtape management

Show these dummies how to do it, all I want's my ten percent
Porche brand new, passed 'em a cool hundred
Yeah my girl 5'2″, even her growth stunted

It's the ^!$$% y'all knew back when I flipped meal cards
Now my meals free when I don't taste the fifth star
We can make arrangements, old money Cambridge

Meetin' with the moguls, make 'em richer and they owe you
It's the kid you used to talk about, I'm watchin' people get up on it
On Worldstar and I ain't have to have a ^!$$% moment

Flow's always cold, keep the whole soul anemic
Never left that hard %#@!, a ^!$$%'s always constipated
Got the change for my cousin on froze, no more movin' weight

Flossin' hard, ice king, no more Finn and Jake
Love or hate you gotta say the hype is something handsome
As long as all of 'em bloggin' I'm living Richard Branson

%#@! talkers still talk, haters on my billboard
Used to take the Q home, now I hang with schoolboys
So I counted, Black Kennedy this %#@!

Man I'm so ironic, man this ratchet need a fix
Droppin' new %#@! and the haters get the splashback
Don't be surprised when he ask you where the cash at