Ey Too much fuckin' money, got em mad Yea, grandma said that I'm livin' too fast, huh Yea, broke boys talkin' down, but I won't crash (but I won't crash) Yea, bitch I ran it up and now I'm set (yea, now I'm set) Yea, I get check, after check (check) bitch I'm blessed, uh (check) Yea, bitch, I flex and I flex, Imma mess, huh Look at my neck, neck, neck, neck-a-laces I'm smokin' cannabis and I'm sippin' Texas, huh Take a look around, tell me who the freshest These waters make you drown, I just left from [?] Tell em, sit down, they can't stand a chance with me Tell em, sit down, they can't stand a chance with me Yea, everywhere I go, I got them rounds with me (Everywhere I go, go) Yea, fifteen years, always sixteen ounces with me (Fifteen years old, old) Yea, Glock seventeen, eighteen coffins I need (on gawd) Yea, ran it up nineteen, so twenty went by sublime Yea, now I'm 21, bitch, I got dumb, dumb money, yuh (dumb) You think I turned up, now you ain't say nothin' (what) Yeah, you know how I'm commin', yea Yea, you know how I'm bummin', uh (Glizzock) Lil nigga, big money, you a big bummy Cuz I got Too much fuckin' money, got em mad Yea, grandma said that I'm livin' too fast, huh Yea, broke boys talkin' down, but I won't crash (but I won't crash) Yea, bitch I ran it up and now I'm set (yea, now I'm set) Yea, I get check, after check (check) bitch I'm blessed, uh (check) Yea, bitch, I flex and I flex, Imma mess, huh Look at my neck, neck, neck, neck-a-laces I'm smokin' cannabis and I'm sippin' Texas, huh Imma killah, nigga, you a peasant (a peasant) If you think this shit is sweet, come and test me (come and test me) Yea, you know since sixteen, I been reckless, ya (I've been reckless) White gold, white hoes, ey, I'm fantastic (I'm fantastic) Livin' lavish (yah), on dat bitch (on dat bitch, mayne) I'm so rich (I'm so rich, mayne), I'm so lit, ye (I'm so lit, mayne) Uh, Glock, what you doin', I'm doin' this shit (I'm doin' this shit, mayne) Yea, I got big shit poppin', later bitch (later bitch) Same lil nigga, [?] Mobbin' wit the sticks, bought a pistol, that shoot ten, yuhh Chillin' with some heavy set, but I make a sin My dawg in the pits say, he still see me growin' Too much fuckin' money, got em mad Yea, grandma said that I'm livin' too fast, huh Yea, broke boys talkin' down, but I won't crash (but I won't crash) Yea, bitch I ran it up and now I'm set (yea, now I'm set) Yea, I get check, after check (check) bitch I'm blessed, uh (check) Yea, bitch, I flex and I flex, Imma mess, huh Look at my neck, neck, neck, neck-a-laces I'm smokin' cannabis and I'm sippin' Texas, huh