I think she want me cause I got all this cash on me
My fingers hurt from counting all these racks homie
I really get it baby, that's a fact homie
I think she want me cause I got all this cash on me

I feel like a football field it's bands on me
I feel like the ceiling all these fans on me
I just need a dancer to come dance on me
I need at least two hundred on the dash for me
Pull out the whip like fifty shades. I'm getting paid
These boys sweet like minute maid
What you made this week I spent today
If it's what I said it's what I meant to say
I can't see you haters, y'all ain't in the way
Shout out the 812
Shout out to ma crew
I just met some girls
I think they coming through
I just did a show got love from all my fans

And at the same show I made like twenty bands

I think she want me cause I got all this cash on me
My fingers hurt from counting all these racks homie
I really get it baby, that's a fact homie
I think she want me cause I got all this cash on me

Yo chick hit me up I got this cash on me
When I throw it up she throw it back on me
I don't really want her don't be mad homie
I'm too busy spazzin on this track homie
Paper what we stackin and I ain't even trappin
Floatin in that foreign through the city like Aladdin
Woke up with a rack
And I ain't even know what happened
Rapping like a dragon
And you know we bout that action
Shout it and I spit it outfit and it's fitted
Foreign car in the city real no counterfeited
Shout out man Taylor got everything tailored
Wrist like a glacier and we be counting paper

I think she want me cause I got all this cash on me
My fingers hurt from counting all these racks homie
I really get it baby, that's a fact homie
I think she want me cause I got all this cash on me