MPR

[Intro: Travis Scott]
It's lit

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Money, power, respect, eatin' breakfast on a jet (yeah)
We got cash to get, carats hangin' from my neck (it's lit)
Money, power, respect, quit the talkin', cut the check
Every time they see us flex, they get so upset, yeah (straight up)
Money, power, respect, eatin' breakfast on a jet (yeah)
We got cash to get, carats hangin' from my neck (yeah)
Money, power, respect, quit the talkin', cut the check
Every time they see us flex, they be so upset (yeah)

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Thousand dollars on me, I've been going all week
Diamonds, all my drugs, nigga, I can't get no sleep
I just want some love, I've been going way too deep
Falling on my mouth, bank can't give me no more weight
Top play, aye they haters, young nigga tryna say shit
Big dog conversation, big ice revelation
Rolex rollin' on my piece, I been going fine all week
Yeah, I designed my feet
I fucked around and smashed your niece
Man, they hate, why they can't relate, yeah
Light skin niggas, they just stand and pay, hideaway, yeah
I've been going ways
Up all my coats and going away
Every time, even family time, it take no place, yeah

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Money, power, respect, eatin' breakfast on a jet (yeah)
We got cash to get, carats hangin' from my neck (it's lit)
Money, power, respect, quit the talkin', cut the check
Every time they see us flex, they get so upset, yeah (straight up)
Money, power, respect, eatin' breakfast on a jet (yeah)
We got cash to get, carats hangin' from my neck (yeah)
Money, power, respect, quit the talkin', cut the check
Every time they see us flex, they be so upset, yeah (yeah)

[Verse 2: Young N Fly]
Young nigga, I got the dough, yeah
I'ma fuck her at the show, yeah
Pull up, I got it for low, yeah
Girl, [?] you don't know, yeah
She loves when I flex with them checks
She gimme long neck, T-Rex
I get so high like a jet
Get that bitch like I play for the Mets, yeah
They talkin', I do not got time for that shit
I'm ballin', I do not got time for that bitch
Wildin', I don't got no time, ain't no wrist
You do not know when your Tommy gon' tick
Bad bitch, I'm signin' her tits with my dick
Cop her designer, she say that it's lit
I'm coppin' the iron, we hittin' this lick
I'm coppin' the iron, we gettin' this shit
Remember way back when they thought I was trippin'?
Now everybody wanna look how I'm livin'
I know they mad 'cause these niggas don't get it
I know they mad, I just had to hit it
You niggas ain't pop a tag in a minute
I'm boxin', the wings hit the bag in a minute
Walk in with them bags, I'm baggin' the bitches
Walk in with them bags and bag them digits

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Money, power, respect, eatin' breakfast on a jet (yeah)
We got cash to get, carats hangin' from my neck (it's lit)
Money, power, respect, quit the talkin', cut the check
Every time they see us flex, they get so upset, yeah (straight up)
Money, power, respect, eatin' breakfast on a jet (yeah)
We got cash to get, carats hangin' from my neck (yeah)
Money, power, respect, quit the talkin', cut the check
Every time they see us flex, they be so upset, yeah (yeah)