The Meaning - FKi 1st, Post Malone

All this green, looking at my wrist

Like what the fuck you really mean

All this money nigga, all this green

Looking at my wrist like what the fuck you really mean

All this money nigga, all this green

Looking at my wrist like what the fuck you really mean

I got a couple bitches, do they really love me?

Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean

All this money, nigga, all this green

Living that life like a fucking movie screen

I got a couple bitches, do they really love me?

Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean

My momma just called, she said, «Where the fuck you been?»

I said, «I ain’t coming home 'til I get her a Benz»

She said, «What happened to whats-her-name?»

That ho ain’t my friend

They be cool with you one day but they just fucking pretending

This is the beginning, never know no ending (no, no)

We ain’t imitations, what the fuck is our ceiling?

I need my circle

Don’t need the dependant (no, no)

Need to learn to read and not no fucking sense

If you talking money, then I might show off my penmanship

I can’t even flex on Instagram 'cause y’all niggas love to steal my shit

But I ain’t even worried, this is one of one, it’s limited

Remember when you see this shit, yeah, 1st, he did this shit

All this money nigga, all this green

Looking at my wrist like what the fuck you really mean

I got a couple bitches, do they really love me?

Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean

All this money nigga, all this green

Living that life like a fucking movie screen

I got a couple bitches, do they really love me?

Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean (yeah)

Running through the city and I got my whole team

Cup is overflowing, spilled some Faygo on my seat

Bathing Ape tee, I got Balmain on my jeans

Starting once again, don’t know what the fuck it means

I don’t give a fuck about no bitch, no (ayy)

I ain’t ever done, I’m getting rich, ho

All I’m trying to do is stack that guala and make my mami proud

Smoking hundred dollar papers with my woe

Oh yeah

I sit on top of gold 4s, I don’t need a chauffeur

Talking shit, what do you got to fucking show for?

(hey)

You know I’m the one they book the show for

30 bands up front

All this money nigga, all this green

Looking at my wrist like what the fuck you really mean

I got a couple bitches, do they really love me?

Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean

All this money nigga, all this green

Living that life like a fucking movie screen

I got a couple bitches, do they really love me?

Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean