[Intro]

Ooh, yeah

MONY POWR RSPT, nigga

It's a money set, you know what I'm saying?

Everybody getting money, nigga (D-D-Danny Wolf)

Yeah, Pablo Juan

[Chorus]

The money go where I go

Smoking on gelato

Foreign car swerving, potholes

Bad bitch, she from Chicago

She freaky, she gon' bust it

She thick as fuck, I'm lusting

I got her from my cousin

So what? 'Cause we don't love 'em

Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back

Backwoods smoking, it's fat

Dressing like I got a sack

I pull up, jumped out the 'Bach

Bad bitch and her ass fat

Four-door Coupe, it got a hatch

On the Xans, I might crash that

[Verse 1]

Car got gadgets, my bitches got asses

Expensive glasses like I'm teaching class

Too fresh to take out the trash

Fresh to death, where is my casket?

I always stay with assassins

I'm always late with the fashion

Teacher gave me an F, that's fantastic

VS diamonds on me, look how they flashing

Rocking Saint Laurent, I guess I be dabbing

I got the Louis V, Supreme collabbing

Bought a mansion way away like a cabin

Taking off my swag, I feel like your daddy

You a beggar, I'm a hustler

I'm the dealer, you the customer

Ketchup, little nigga, I'm mustard

Smoking the Backwoods, they coming from Russia

I ain't never really trust you

Knew I should've never trust you

You ain't real, you a busta

These niggas was always sus

These niggas start snitching for nothing

These niggas wanna live by the gun

Guess what? You gon' get what you want

El Patrón, nigga, I want a ton

[Chorus]

The money go where I go

Smoking on gelato

Foreign car swerving, potholes

Bad bitch, she from Chicago

She freaky, she gon' bust it

She thick as fuck, I'm lusting

I got her from my cousin

So what? 'Cause we don't love 'em

Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back

Backwoods smoking, it's fat

Dressing like I got a sack

I pull up, jumped out the 'Bach

Bad bitch and her ass fat

Four-door Coupe, it got a hatch

On the Xans, I might crash that

[Verse 2]

Pull up on you, just send me the Addy

Bad bitch call me daddy

Xan, Perc, and a Addy

I really wanna fuck a Kardashian

I like a freaky bitch that's gon' suck it

I just be kicking shit like it was rugby

Hell no, baby, don't call me hubby

Fuck you thought, baby? We was just fucking

Ooh, I'm back to the trap and I'm serving that

I done got me a sack like a running back

Two pints of Hi-Tech and a eighth of Act

I'ma fuck on your bitch, I'ma break her back

I'ma fuck on your bitch, I'ma give her back

I got two bitches playing Pitty Pat

I just do it like the Nike check

My neck froze, got a ice attack

[Chorus]

The money go where I go

Smoking on gelato

Foreign car swerving, potholes

Bad bitch, she from Chicago

She freaky, she gon' bust it

She thick as fuck, I'm lusting

I got her from my cousin

So what? 'Cause we don't love 'em

Fuck that, I wanna hit from the back

Backwoods smoking, it's fat

Dressing like I got a sack

I pull up, jumped out the 'Bach

Bad bitch and her ass fat

Four-door Coupe, it got a hatch

On the Xans, I might crash that