
Lyrics
This is
It's the big fuckin' horse
Champagne sippin' and all that, Harlem nigga, Money Ave, let's go
Money nigga and I make it known (Facts)
You can tell by my posture over the lobster and filet mignon (Ha)
No elbows on the table, just food
She wanna take a flick while I'm eatin', bitch move (Damn)
The way I kick my shit, you would think I switch shoes
Yankee logo on the Guccis, New York nigga, big move
Yeah, I'm heavy on it
I ain't buyin' if I can't step all on it (Nope)
Hit GNC to get the melatonin
Devil on my shoulder, never am I sober (I am)
And with every bar, I accelerate the culture
Master pedal on the Rover
I forgot about more money than you done had
I was drunk when I bought her a bag 'cause shorty bad
I said, "It's only cash" (Cash), then push the button, drop the rag
Like I didn't wanna do the dishes
Please don't confuse me with niggas (Talk)
'Cause they fraudulent and they talk to officers
I'm tryna get a new deal, I'm in offices
I'm bringin' hustle back like we're Slausoners (LOL)
Get it?
Hustle had the Slauson on his back, what up?
Ayo, Dirt, I'ma spin the block on these niggas, I'm goin' back in
Mocha leather sleeves on the Lauren varsity
I'm a Sag, so astrology says I'm known for archery
Shootin' where the target be
Half man, half horse, ironically (Hahaha, ask your bitch, nigga)
Six figures (Cash), wrist lit up (Cash)
Shorty want the surgery that make her tits sit up
Fuck it, I'll blow a bag on your body, came from the lobby
I went to Japan for some hot sake
And posted 'cause I know the opps watchin'
Yeah, I'm gettin' money while you stuck on the couch
Tryna figure shit out
All in my mentions tryna diss me for clout (Facts)
But the money's in my way, I can't see you
Wash the cash, now it's legal, I'm (Ha)
Spillin' champ' on these yuttas, they beeline
Like these rappers, they be lyin'
Engine purrin' like feline
Peel off after the fiend finish wipin' the wheels off
Residue on the ones, was wipin' bills off, LOL
True fuckin' story, nigga
Take your lil' fake raps back to your fuckin' crib, nigga
Go home to your wife and kids, nigga
The fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Niggas out here really playin' at a high level
Touchin' all types of fuckin' paper, nigga
I got on a thousand dollar pair of Gucci shades right now, nigga, LOL
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