If it ain't about a dolla, then I ain't tryna holla
Ima stack another comma, give it all to my momma
When you out here chasin' money nigga, anything goes
We too busy on the grind, we don't entertain hoes
Can't take it when you gone, don't matter when the bank closed
I ain't mad at you nigga, gon and show ya bankroll
Root of all evil
It's the root of all people
Cause if ain't nobody got it, guarantee we all equal
Constant contradiction and nobody wanna listen
Overshadowed by the beat, don't give a f*ck, we all jiggin'
She see you gettin' chicken, best believe she gon peep
Left her man at home, yes indeed she gon creep
Shape so mean, thick thighs oc
Blush on cheek, eyebrows on fleek
Shawty so cold her name in my phone Elsa
Money make her cum, ben franklin gon melt her
50's make her numb and them 20's make her smile
Ain't concerned with the ones 'cause she ain't seen em ina while
Add another zero, give it all to my migos
Take a flight to Rio, playin' ceelo with the CO
I'm on some boss shit, bitch I feel like Rozay
Got em sayin', "Aww shit, here go that nigga O'Shea"
Runnin' through like olay
On everything like old bay
Know a nigga Jose that do just what the hoes say
You know she on her hustle, bet that nigga gon pay
He like, "Can you be my lady?"
She like, "Nigga, no way"
She said, "It ain't about a dolla, then I ain't tryna holla"
"Ima stack another comma, give it all to father"
Shit I'm too busy on the grind, I can't entertain hoes
But I ain't mad at you shawty, gon and show ya bankroll
Dabble in the market, might invest in crypto
Throw the profit in the club, make her pop like crisco
Everybody comin' through, they flickin' through the distro
You know this shit live, no need to bring ya pistol
Tell the bartender that we need about a hunnid shots
Afterparty at the telly, we gon circle 'round the block
I got this shit on lock
I'm Mick Foley with the sock
Like young Kobe with the rock
I'm P. Diddy with the crop
I get the bag, this shit full up to the top
I'm in my bag, I just doubled up the pot
Pocket rocket, who gon stop it, nigga losin' ain't an option
Role model, f*ck the camera, I got youngins that's watchin'
Labels get the knockin', niggas morals get to droppin'
Cashin' out on that advance, designer jeans with empty pockets
Debut album get to floppin'
He too busy spendin' profit
Disconnected with the fans and all ya niggas that was rockin'
He said, "It ain't about a dolla, then I ain't tryna holla"
"Ima stack another comma, spend it at Gucci & Prada"
Shit I'm too busy on the grind, I can't entertain foes
But I ain't mad at you nigga, gon and show ya bankroll
When you out here chasin' money nigga, anything goes
Too busy on the grind, we don't entertain hoes
Can't take it when you gone, don't matter when the bank closed
I ain't mad at you nigga, gon and show ya bankroll