[Intro: Chief Keef]
(IanoBeatz)
Mm, mm, uh
Yeah, ayy
Go to the- while I'm doin' that, like start over
(Aloy, you know how the kid play)
[Chorus: Lil Tracy]
Money make the world go round, yeah (Go 'round)
I just wanna be rich and make my mama so proud, yeah
Hot like chicken soup, oh, you want a bowl now?
Panoramic roof, open it, let the smoke out
You can only glance at these diamonds, they hit too hard
Thousand dollar pants, so just guess how much the shoes are
I can't shake your hand because I don't know who you are (Who you are)
Hope you understand that I came too far (Too far)
[Verse 1: Lil Tracy]
Why these niggas feel some type of way? (Why?)
I think it's all these racks that we be blowing in they face
Fendi on my shoe, I think I got expensive taste (Yeah)
All my hundreds blue, my hoes keep makeup on their face (Let go, let go)
Kiki, do you love me? (Hold up)
I don't care, it's not bitches over money
Life ain't easy, so don't judge me
Okay, I got it out the mud, now I'm a hundred bands up, yeah
If you fucked my bitch, then I'ma thank you 'cause that ho ain't shit
I was fuckin' her friend, anyway, you know niggas ain't shit
Ferragamo briefs 'round my waist, I got designer dick
Hundred-twenty down the freeway, I'm on some rock star shit
(IanoBeatz)
Mm, mm, uh
Yeah, ayy
Go to the- while I'm doin' that, like start over
(Aloy, you know how the kid play)
[Chorus: Lil Tracy]
Money make the world go round, yeah (Go 'round)
I just wanna be rich and make my mama so proud, yeah
Hot like chicken soup, oh, you want a bowl now?
Panoramic roof, open it, let the smoke out
You can only glance at these diamonds, they hit too hard
Thousand dollar pants, so just guess how much the shoes are
I can't shake your hand because I don't know who you are (Who you are)
Hope you understand that I came too far (Too far)
[Verse 1: Lil Tracy]
Why these niggas feel some type of way? (Why?)
I think it's all these racks that we be blowing in they face
Fendi on my shoe, I think I got expensive taste (Yeah)
All my hundreds blue, my hoes keep makeup on their face (Let go, let go)
Kiki, do you love me? (Hold up)
I don't care, it's not bitches over money
Life ain't easy, so don't judge me
Okay, I got it out the mud, now I'm a hundred bands up, yeah
If you fucked my bitch, then I'ma thank you 'cause that ho ain't shit
I was fuckin' her friend, anyway, you know niggas ain't shit
Ferragamo briefs 'round my waist, I got designer dick
Hundred-twenty down the freeway, I'm on some rock star shit
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