[Verse 1]
I'm a trill (*##$
That's straight out the gate

And I'm cold as outter space
That is not up for debate
And I got a lot of drugs

And a new attitude
I should open up my closet
So you can see what it do

Got a white t-shirt, skinny jeans on
Black leather shoes straight, Louis V on 'em
Yeah I be on 'em

Like couples on a date
When I turn the lights on
All these (*##$es gonna hate


Turn the lights on.


[Hook]
Ahh yeah.
They just want the money money money

Cars cars clothes clothes
Ahh yeah.
Bet you never met em like me

Swear this (*##$ is so trill yo
Ahh yeah
Call em 4 dolla bill hoes

Cause these (*##$es not real no
Ahh yeah
They just want the money money money

Cars cars clothes clothes

[Verse 2]

(*##$, I'm a real OT
These hoes don't know me
But I know you saw my homies

From across the $#&@ing street
They were waiting in the car, all black
They were throwin' those things like that

And I know you heard that bangin' 808 up in the back
When it drop like that


[Verse 3]
When it drop like money
%#@!'s not fair

The %#@!'s not funny
When you say those things
Behind your screen

Then you see my team and you're soft like bunnies
Don't like don't like don't like those ^!$$%s
Don't fight don't fight don't fight no (*##$ cause

The money do more damage than a mother$#&@in' fist does

[Hook]


[Verse 4]
I be like, "$#&@ the world. $#&@ the world"

These 4 dolla bill (*##$es can't touch a girl
Cause you know I'm out here getting it
And I'm all about my business

On top of my %#@!
Don't need no handout from no ^!$$%
Money money money cars cars clothes clothes

And when those car doors close
And them shades go down
I'm still killing these hoes


[Hook]