It′s a whole lotta money in this motherfucker (BIA, BIA)

It's a whole lotta money in this motherfucker

Ain′t no came in with no broke shit, that broke shit get old

Ain't no came in with no hoe shit, the hoe get too bold

I'm allergic to that no shit, my wrist game on cold

I might paint my coupe bright, just to match with my toes

Yeah

I can′t wear the shit you bitches wear ′cause it's cheap to me

It′s some money at my table, grab a seat with me

Cost a ticket just to cover all my legal fees

I don't hang with jealous bitches, that′s a weak disease

Hoe don't run up

If you broke and in my business, thеn just shut up (shh)

I invested in my body bitch, I′m done up

I look good, I likе to fuck him when the sun up (oh)

I put all my jewellery just to go to the bodega

And I keep it with me just so that I'm feeling safer

Fendi on my body, but my feet is in Bottega

Bitch I'm getting money, get the fuck up outta here

It′s a whole lotta money in this motherfucker

It′s a whole lotta money in this motherfucker

Ain't no came in with no broke shit, that broke shit get old

Ain′t no came in with no hoe shit, the hoe get too bold

I'm allergic to that no shit, my wrist game on cold

I might paint my coupe bright, just to match with my toes

White on white Bentley

Trunk out the engine

Hoe tryna get near me

Bitch, stay up outta my mentions

Thinking ′bout got plenty

20 racks and Fendi

Got time for these messy hoes in my bussiness, I ain't with it

Got right now, not next

Need M′s on all of my checks

Don't worry 'bout who I text

Just know it ain′t my ex

Lotta rich niggas in here

No bitch niggas in here

Want a packland and a check clear, and then that′s what you hear (ah)

I put all my jewellery just to go to the bodega

And I keep it with me just so that I'm feeling safer

Fendi on my body but my feet is in Bottega

Bitch I′m getting money, get the fuck up outta here

It's a whole lotta money in this motherfucker

It′s a whole lotta money in this motherfucker

Ain't no came in with no broke shit, that broke shit get old

Ain′t no came in with no hoe shit, the hoe get too bold

I'm allergic to that no shit, my wrist game on cold

I might paint my coupe bright, just to match with my toes

BIA, BIA