text: All this green, looking at my wrist
  Like what the fuck you really mean
  All this money nigga, all this green
  Looking at my wrist like what the fuck you really mean
  All this money nigga, all this green
  Looking at my wrist like what the fuck you really mean
  I got a couple bitches, do they really love me?
  Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean
  All this money, nigga, all this green
  Living that life like a fucking movie screen
  I got a couple bitches, do they really love me?
  Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean
  My momma just called, she said, Where the fuck you been?
  I said, I aint coming home til I get her a Benz
  She said, What happened to whats-her-name?
  That ho aint my friend
  They be cool with you one day but they just fucking pretending
  This is the beginning, never know no ending 
  We aint imitations, what the fuck is our ceiling?
  I need my circle
  Dont need the dependant 
  Need to learn to read and not no fucking sense
  If you talking money, then I might show off my penmanship
  I cant even flex on Instagram cause yall niggas love to steal my shit
  But I aint even worried, this is one of one, its limited
  Remember when you see this shit, yeah, 1st, he did this shit
  All this money nigga, all this green
  Looking at my wrist like what the fuck you really mean
  I got a couple bitches, do they really love me?
  Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean
  All this money nigga, all this green
  Living that life like a fucking movie screen
  I got a couple bitches, do they really love me?
  Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean 
  Running through the city and I got my whole team
  Cup is overflowing, spilled some Faygo on my seat
  Bathing Ape tee, I got Balmain on my jeans
  Starting once again, dont know what the fuck it means
  I dont give a fuck about no bitch, no 
  I aint ever done, Im getting rich, ho
  All Im trying to do is stack that guala and make my mami proud
  Smoking hundred dollar papers with my woe
  Oh yeah
  I sit on top of gold 4s, I dont need a chauffeur
  Talking shit, what do you got to fucking show for? 
  You know Im the one they book the show for
  30 bands up front
  All this money nigga, all this green
  Looking at my wrist like what the fuck you really mean
  I got a couple bitches, do they really love me?
  Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean
  All this money nigga, all this green
  Living that life like a fucking movie screen
  I got a couple bitches, do they really love me?
  Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean