GRWM

These hoes keep on callin' me, baby
Where's my money? Fuck you, pay me
Uh

I'm in London, off the grid
I got euros, I got quid
Poppin' champagne at the Ritz
Eatin' caviar and squid
Your bm in my dm's
I pass that like Jason Kidd
Look at this lil' Oakland kid
Said I'd do it, and I did (did)
Check my wrist, it's flex o'clock
Rollie, Hublot, Patek talk
It's not a list, it's not a stock
Sold out shows, I'm in your city
And the lines around the block
Had your girl the other night, she hawk tuah on my
You know what
Come to the bay, tap one, leave
Truth be told, I'm really that guy
It's not somethin' I pretended to be
Send me the pics, I'm ready to see
I like fat asses preferably
Mornin' sex then I get dressed
Now she tryna get ready with me

These hoes keep on callin' me, baby
Where's my money? Fuck you, pay me
These hoes keep on callin' me, baby
Where's my money? Fuck you, pay me
Uh

Dot my I's and cross my T's
And stay on my P's and Q's
Stand on business, pick a side
It's your choice, feel free to choose
Just don't be surprise that I get more Ps than you
You puttin' on a show, it won't be no season two, yeah
I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich
Last time I heard, you a bitch on bitch on bitch
So don't you ever diss 'cause if shit ever go down
You gon' make some people 'round, mm, you get the gist
Capiché, keep the peace
Some things you can't teach
Thought I told you E's a beast
Now worth 18 mil at least
Fly from Paris out to Nice
Positano then to Greeze
Pulled up in the laferrari
This a pink slip, not a lease, uh

These hoes keep on callin' me, baby (nah)
Where's my money? Fuck you, pay me (uh, uh)
These hoes keep on callin' me, baby (nah)
Where's my money? Fuck you, pay me (sorry)

Where's my money?
Fuck you, pay me