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[Verse 1: I got yo bitch layin' naked the bed, no rosary Stackin' up bread like a banker, just a fee She wanna refill, so I get ho a B Niggas on the sideline "Who the fuck is he?" Bitch I'm mac gun, you can me Cody B Wardrobe overseas, all over me White leather seats lookin' coca leaf Every time I up the woofer sittin' on a key I'm Gucci buckled up, house note on my Linen like I'm walkin' round on the beach Blind notice me in my Range Rover Jeep So they wanna come and to me like Jodeci Smokin' in the morning, and when I go to Blowin' presidential man I think 'about to vote for me Any event we party a frat, no toga sheet If money ain't the [?]
If you ain't talkin' cash, say shit In the VIP we shit I'm in the club lookin' like a statement If you talkin' cash, I can arrangement in the club, ain't pay shit Broke niggas hate, they ain't shit I'm to the cash pockets on payment If you talkin' cash, I can make
[Verse 2: Gambino] Cody Bean Sr., mean ether You know Childish, nigga me neither Eastside Atlanta, flyest nigga in a House If it ain't money, man, we ain't got shit to about Kennedy compound, my 20-room So big my ex-girls ain't move out If you ain't talkin' cash, don't say My bank account look like little kids break shit Ooooooo, if I'm breathin' I can it Watching all my dreams get like an ampersand Blueprint the new shit, management Show dummies how to do it, all I want's my ten percent Porsche brand new, 'em a cool hundred Yeah my girl 5'2", even her stunted It's the nigga y'all knew back I flipped meal cards Now my meals free when I taste the fifth star We can make arrangements, old Cambridge with the moguls, make 'em richer and they owe you It's the kid you used to about, I'm watchin' people get up on it On Worldstar and I ain't have to a nigga moment Flow's always cold, the whole soul anemic Never left that hard shit, a nigga's constipated Got the change for my cousin on froze, no movin' weight Flossin' hard, ice king, no more and Jake Love or hate you gotta say the hype is something As long as all of 'em I'm living Richard Branson Shit talkers still talk, on my billboard Used to the Q home, now I hang with schoolboys So iconic, Black this shit Man I'm so ironic, man this ratchet a fix Droppin' new shit and the get the splashback Don't be surprised when he ask you where the at