Money

[Verse 1:]

I'm countin’ green and all my show money's laminated
Never been weak and I've always been - opinionated
Ain’t got no beefs but all the murders are orchestrated
Ain't talking mean but enemies get obliterated

[Bridge:]

Clean jean and a YSL top
Not Diddy but I do make a mean bop
All my niggas on the street yeah they tote Glocks
Dramatic bitches on the scene like a soap op'

[Hook:]

(No), I take these bitches - to Ross Island
(Ha, froze) They can be Staten Island on a stagnant island

(Listen)

[Verse 2:]

I'm countin' money whilst these bitches pulling escapades
Won't keep it verbal if there's need for it to escalate
Show me the stats then maybe you'll get your accolades
Ain’t talking crack but we pushing it to the magistrates

No bunsen, but I bring the burners to everybody
No gunman, but I’m planting seeds on anybody
That talk slick
You'll get stashed in the back of the maserati
Got loose lip?
You’ll get stashed in the bag with the prefix, body

[Bridge:}

Boss jeans and a Versace top
I'm these niggas IDOL like it's K Pop
All my niggas on the street yeah they tote Glocks
Dramatic bitches on the scene like a soap op'

[Hook:]

(No), I take these bitches - to Stilt Village
(Ha, froze) Where they can worship me and go on pilgrimage

[Verse 3:]

I’m scorin' more than Harry Kane at the World Cup
Niggas still running while I just walk the short cut
I'm moving kilos, more free-throws than Karl Malone, nigga
I turn español when Maluma songs is on, nigga
I'm more outstanding standing next to Carmelo, nigga
He asked me what is the t-shirt, I said V-Lone, nigga!