Dinero Glo

[Intro]
Fair enough, so whats your name? [?]What is this? (Maybach Music)
I like this Maybach Music, sweet
(Rich nigga shit, baby)

[Chorus]
Yeah, crack a bi' like Cracker Barrel
Throw that ass, it move like Jell-O
Can you tell I’m like a pharaoh?
I've been runnin' up dinero
I smoke Backwoods, not no Rillo
Took a piss and my shit yellow
I’m a rich ass fucking fellow
Know some niggas who be felons
Catch an opp and pop his melon
Kill a witness, ain't no tellin'
I smoke loud, this shit here yellin'
I'm to high, I done brought hell in
And this that top shelf I'm inhaling

[Verse]
Yeah, pussy boy a bake chicken
Switch on me, I ain't trippin'
My niggas fade kickin’
This that real deal Lean I’m sippin'
Dissin’ elite, you missin'
With my bitch, I'm reminiscing 'bout the timе we was kissin’
Thinkin 'bout ridin' 'round in that Coupe
Real slimе nigga, yeah, I stay to my roots
Fuck that bitch, throw her, ooh
Tryna get rich with my group
Nigga be shit, niggas be poop
Dog ass nigga, still fuck on a bad bitch
Rich ass nigga, still countin' up cabbage
I done when up, now a nigga look lavish
Some of these ain't really been havin'
Like why is you lying 'bout motion? (Motion)
I remove myself from negativity, these niggas envy me
I'm in my crib, ain't talkin MTV, know I'm the MVP (Maybach Music)
Can't fuck with all these groupie bitches tryna take my energy
Brodie on the block, he thugging hard, he servin' ten a G
I'm in a SRT, I'm swervin' hard, this bitch ain't got no keys