Mikey, you ain't shit!
Man, this money don’t make sense
But I'm still countin' these pesos
Lately I’m stuck on the bench
But I'm still gettin' this bankroll
She said, "Boy, I wanna have sex!"
(Let's f*ck) come over, you on the table
Comme des Garçons on [C7]my [A]neck
And I'm still sippin' this maple (Let's go)
I'm ɾockin’ Christian Dior, and [Bm]G-Star RAW
I started talkin’ my [A]shit and
My shit popped off
And I never went broke, only worked one job
Mix the yay with the molly, I got [Fm7]lockjaw
Yeah, I'm throwin’ cash, throwin' cash
Cash layup
When I hop on [C7]this song, I'm a tax payer
Rockin' too much water while the cats lay up
Work hard all [Em]night, take drugs, stayed up
Fresh on [C7]bud
They know, that, I can fly like [F]a dove
Run through the bugs, free all [Em]my [A]cuz’
They hate it, I see it, nobody show love
If I see 12, what the f*ck, I'ma ɾun
I'm smokin' exotic, I'm smokin' on [C7]Runtz
The money keep callin', I know it'll come
So pass me the blunt
Light it like [F]I'm buzzed
No, I'm not your friend, no
I'm not your cuz'
I'm squashin' these bugs, I do what I want
She told me, "Come bone", that filet mignon
I'm doin' these drugs, make me feel at home
Could this shit get worse? I
Think I am cursed, wishin' the worst
Doin' these drugs got [Fm7]me talkin' in cursive
Man, that booty look better in person
This shit hot and [Bm]sizzlin', scorchin'
Had no money so I made a fortune
Spend my [A]money, my [A]money extortion
Like a mummy, I'm wrapped up in goat skin
But I know that money make the world spin
Smokin' gas, goin' up like [F]a ghost did, yeah
Smokin' gas, go up like [F]ghost did
Man, this money don't make sense
But I'm still countin' these pesos
Lately I'm stuck on [C7]the bench
But I'm still gettin' this bankroll
She said, "Boy, I wanna have sex!"
(Let's f*ck) come over, you [A7on [C7]the table
Comme des Garçons on [C7]my [A]neck
And I'm still sippin' this maple (Let's go)
I'm ɾockin' Christian Dior, and [Bm]G-Star RAW
I started talkin' my [A]shit and
My shit popped off
And I never went broke, only worked one job
Mix the yay with the molly, I got [Fm7]lockjaw
Yeah, I'm throwin' cash, don't care
Cash layup
When I hop on [C7]this song, I'm a tax payer
Rockin' too much water while the cats lay up
Work hard all [Em]night, take drugs, stayed up
