Yeah, my money big body, my money Tonka
No, I don´t need you, I really don´t want you (Damn, Trgc made that?)
My money be twerkin´, my money do dances (Woah)
Yeah, shut up

I already heard you, I don´t wanna answer
You ruin everything you touch, you a cancer (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I´m on the side where we win
You not that guy ´cause I´m him, yeah
I ride that big body right out the lot, it´s a GLE, came with a tint
I don´t wanna hear none of the shit that you sayin´, you cap out your chinny-chin-chin
I´m rockin´ the latest designer, the finest of fur, that´s that chinchilla skin
They tryna copy the wave and I told them they can´t even surf a wave on it, yeah
They steady been copying my sound, they some birds, they a parrot if I´m being honest, yeah
Why you been cappin´ ´bout your whole life?
How is you rappin´ ´bout a whole lie?
How you stay rappin´ ´bout these damn drugs you ain´t ever tried once your whole life?

Yeah, these kids is some motherfuckin´ burgers, I´m callin´ them Five Guys
Yeah, these kids frier than a grease ball, yeah, he fried-fried
I just pulled up in that Bentley, that bitch got them frog eyes
They tryna bite the swag but they bitches biting our dicks
I count every time she sucked me up, this a hundred and sixty licks
Can´t even count the songs I made in a month, that´s a hundred and sixty hits
They say, "Yeat, you keep on evolving, how you so steady with it?"
They say, "Yeat, how your pockets swollen? You gotta show me that shit"
´Bout to tell you how I´m doin´ and shit

I got the devil on my phone, he told me, keep doin´ this shit
Yeah, devil taught me how to get rich
Yeah, how many bands? 6-6
Twizz in a minivan, couple of big sticks
Bitch ´bout to ride me like she on a RipStik
Yeah, they said, "What´s that red on your chest?" I told ´em, "that´s your bitch lipstick"
Yeah, I pulled up in a Tonka and a helicopter, I´m goin´ nuts
Yeah, I had a fifty band and I turned it to a honeybun
Didn´t even need to go sign me a deal for these flawless diamonds, bitch, I´m already up
I got a lil´ thotty, that bitch is the baddest, she up in that coupe on me, suckin´ me up

Yeah, my money big body, my money Tonka

No, I don´t need you, I really don´t want you
My money be twerkin´, my money do dances (Woah)
Yeah, shut up
I already heard you, I don´t wanna answer
You ruin everything you touch, you a cancer (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I´m on the side where we win
You not that guy ´cause I´m him, yeah
I ride that big body right out the lot, it´s a GLE, came with a tint
I don´t wanna hear none of the shit that you sayin´, you cap out your chinny-chin-chin
I´m rockin´ the latest designer, the finest of fur, that´s that chinchilla skin
They tryna copy the wave and I told them they can´t even surf a wave on it, yeah
They steady been copying my sound, they some birds, they a parrot if I´m being honest, yeah

Why you been cappin´ ´bout your whole life?
How is you rappin´ ´bout a whole lie?
How you stay rappin´ ´bout these damn drugs you ain´t ever tried once your whole life?