Lyrics Money - Guapdad 4000

I said Fuego, coming with the flame-like a Draco
Make a broke nigga catch up, no tomatoes
Le' go, build an infrastructure for my payroll
No squares in my circles, save that for the Eggo's
Hey hoe, take a trip down to San Diego
You bust tricks, I flip cards for the peso
Fabo, nigga geeked up in this bitch
I'm a pretty ass nigga with a prettier dick
Bitch hello, Freeband's, all from Neiman's
Leave the register, I'm doing the "I just got the receipt" dance
You a kiddie pool and niggas been off the deep end
And I'm unemployed every day is the weekend
I'm a Bay mobster, trendsetter, wave monster
Ruth Chris scamming and I ordered eight lobsters
Brought a bitch with me and she called it a feast
Bitch, I just really wanted something to eat

Nigga was hungry
I woke up and had an appetite
I couldn't find no fettuccine nowhere
So I had to get it instantly
Please truffle butter me ASAP

Now she wanna give bomb nigga head like turban
Suck me up like Kirby, bust a nut start swervin'
Going ape shit nigga like a Saiyan with a tail
She said "that's a nice coat," I said "bitch, this Chanel"
Issa check, I ain't on a discount rack
Your designer ugly, you should get your discount back
Young scammer in the building, 'bout to start a religion
If I tripped on my money, I would fall on my bitches
Off top, if you a broke nigga you an opp
If you a broke bitch you's a thot
If you my ex bitch you's a bop
You over-curious then you a cop
You driving hella slow, you getting popped
You like my bitch then we can swap
'Cause my bitch gon' wanna come home and yours not
I share lots with niggas who share stocks
Turn heads like Beyblades, nigga's spin top

Who is that
Nigga dragoon
Hit em with the turbine double twister
That's what she over here doing

Aqua fist wristwatch, I'm scamming your friend's pops
The paint don't drip drop, Its matte-like dreadlocks
I'm dodging the wedlock and duckin' the fed watch
I'd rhyme with bedrock but that's cliche
Nigga, I'm in Morton's every day with a filet
Racing to the paper like a relay, then stay, out in Chile
We lay over Gucci, all my paper looseleaf
Trying to get money from a Hello or a Lucy
A Tribe Called Scam, I just never knew Phife
But my wrist look just like Bonita on ice
And I need to get Head & Shoulders, these fuckin' po-lice
Bruh, it was days I was eating just rice
I might say less, but I always do the most
About my green bread-like avocado toast
Can't forget the blue like my name was Steve
I draw pictures with the clues that you wouldn't believe
I'm a breath of fresh air, these hoes still can't breathe
Pretty nigga so sharp, how I still ain't bleed?
I'd done dodged the bitch out and she still ain't leave
Guapdad, Scam Boy, but I need the cheese, yeah