Turnt Money Man & Moneybagg Yo

[Intro]
(No, no tears, no tears)
(Sauceman)

[Verse 1: Money Man]
I put her diamonds because she the finest
I put her in Ricky, she holdin' my blicky
AMG Wagon, it sit like a Tonka
Hang out the window, I'm holdin' the chopper
My jeans Dior, but got Burberry boxers
Manicure Russian, her face was Korean
Money increasin', it never depletin'
She was a hood bitch, I showed her the ropes
Put her in Prada, she used to be broke
Trappin' or robbin', which one you gon' pick?
When you from where I from, nigga, good don't exist
Townhouse, two levels, it got luxury amenities
I buy that bitch with a made-up identity
Shoppin' boutiques on the daily, splurgin'
I fuck her good, now her toes curlin'
Japanese bitch finna walk on my back
Did a show in the hood, I was clutchin' my strap
She not my type, she not turnt up enough
Expensive bitch, pay some hundred for lunch
Stack up them bricks and she rockin' like six
She 'bout her business, she stay on her shit
Walk in Chanel, cop her two or three purses
Fuck it, right now, it's a hundred for verses
Bottega trainers, she run to that mun-yun
On an opp day, ride around with a hundun
Racks in the pillow case, I do not need a safe
When you go strike, make sure they do not see your face
I up that whistle if I feel offended
He not really like that, he just be pretendin'
She not my type, she not turnt up enough
She not my type, she not turnt up enough
She 'bout her business, so I had to cuff
She from the hood, but I put her in Prada
She was a seven, but now she a model
Bottega trainers, I got her in trainin'
Run up that pape', got accounts in the Caymans
Runnin' my hood, they be worship and praisin'