(I-I-I love you Jay)

Got me goin'

All of this money got me goin' mental

All of this money got me goin'

All of this money got me goin' mental

All of this money got me goin'

All of these - got me goin'

All of this money got me goin' mental

All of these drugs got me goin' mental

She give me top and this shit goin' mental

She rock Dior, I adore her

And I had to build it from the floor

On a yacht lookin, like to explore

In the trap, we was doing the chore

Count my paper, make sure it ain't short

I ain't get lucky, I'm chosen

I gotta stay ten toes, then

Get my buckets like DeRozan

Pouring slime, Nickelodeon

I got the ticket, it's golden

They moving wicked, I notice

But if I click it, you toasted

And I'm not switchin' on bro 'nem

They switchin' up, man that shit is disgusting

Money be talkin', now end the discussion

Why are they talkin' if they ain't on nothin'?

Diamonds on me, and they bussin'

In that Benz, I was waitin' on busses

And this toolie on me, I will buss' it

Me and Suave count all blue 'hunnids

Post on the block like Andre Drummond

Where I'm from, it was hard to do numbers

Hit a stain, cuz' I needed a come up

Need that new double R for the summer

Diamonds keepin' me cool when it's sunny

Bitches see me like "Ooh, he got money"

I'm surrounded by paper, like mummies

Used to trap behind school, I was flunkin'

But I'm too smart to cool with the dummies

I'm goin' in like "cannonball"

Took the top off the whip like Amber Rose

Ain't got no heart, what you stand for?

And I make it my biz' if gang involved

We took some losses and stand strong

Servin' the fiends, doing handoffs

And in my city they spinnin', if they can't find him, they come knockin' his mans off

I'm talkin money, like who gone' speak?

Racks in the shoebox, not 2-3s

I'm in LV just to get new feets

It's crazy, I started on YouTube beats

Easy to love me with all the bands, but when I was broke no you didn't believe

She got a text, had to call her man

When I call her up, she be callin' to me

All of this money got me goin' mental

All of these drugs got me goin' mental

She give me top and this shit goin' mental

She rock Dior, I adore her

And I had to build it from the floor

On a yacht lookin, like to explore

In the trap, we was doing the chore

Count my paper, make sure it ain't short

I ain't get lucky, I'm chosen

I gotta stay ten toes, then

Get my buckets like DeRozan

Pouring slime, Nickelodeon

I got the ticket, it's golden

They moving wicked, I notice

But if I click it, you toasted

And I'm not switchin' on bro 'nem (Hood fav')