Yeah… Hundred dollar bills like leaves in the breeze… She want the life, she want the keys… Let’s go… (Verse 1 – Future-style flow) Big racks, no cap, rubber bands pop back, uh She love the way that I move, She love the way that I stack, yeah I put the ice on her wrist, uh She put her lips on the tip, yeah Told her we livin’ like this, uh Private jet, we don’t trip, nah I get the bag like casinos, Double up like I’m reloadin’ cheat codes Shawty too bad, yeah, she fuego Throwin’ it back like a free throw Hundred K just for the weekend New AP, yeah, it’s freezin’ Ain’t no cappin’, ain’t no speakin’ Money do all of the preachin’, yeah Racks on racks on racks (Yeah) She throw it back, I match (Uh) Drip too cold, might splash (Yeah) Tell the bank bring that cash (Let’s go) Money talk, I don’t chit-chat (Nah) If it ain’t bands, don’t hit back (Nope) Shorty bad, she know that (Yeah) She in my lap like a notepad (Skrrt) Talkin’ ‘bout the grind, let me elevate the mind From a penny to a milli’, had to strategize the climb They was laughin’ at the vision, now they watchin’ from behind Had to tell ‘em, “Stay in line,” now the money multiply Gold links, banknotes, wrist glow, bankrolls Turned my pain into dollars, now my pockets never close She a queen, she a goddess, she deserve designer clothes But don’t mistake it for love, she just ridin’ for the throne I been chasin’ digits, talkin’ seven figures Used to dream about it, now I really live it Broke the system, built my own religion Money talkin’, I just gotta listen Racks on racks on racks (Yeah) She throw it back, I match (Uh) Drip too cold, might splash (Yeah) Tell the bank bring that cash (Let’s go) Money talk, I don’t chit-chat (Nah) If it ain’t bands, don’t hit back (Nope) Shorty bad, she know that (Yeah) She in my lap like a notepad (Skrrt)