Money - Guapdad 4000

Yeah, turn it up in the headphones

I need to hear that shit wap

There it is

Yeah

I said fuego

Coming with the flame like a Draco

Make a broke nigga ketchup 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 nigga’s been off the deep end

And I’m unemployed everyday is the weekend

I’m a bay mobster

Trend setter

Wave monster

Ruth Chris scamming and I ordered 8 lobsters

Brought a bitch with me and she called it a feast, bitch

I just really wanted something to eat

Now she wanna give bomb nigga head like turbans

Suck me up like Kirby

Bust a nut start swerving

Going ape shit nigga like a Saiyan with a tail

She said that’s a nice coach

I said bitch this Chanel

Issa check

I ain’t on a discount rack

Your designer ugly, you should get your money 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 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 nigga’s who share stocks

Turn heads like Beyblade’s, nigga’s spin top

Aqua fist wrist watch

I’m scamming your friends pops

The paint don’t drip drop, Its matte like dreadlocks

I’m dodging the wedlock and duckin' the feds, watch

I’d rhyme with Bed Rock but that’s cliche

Nigga I’m in Morton’s everyday with a filet

Racing to the paper like a relay

Then stay, out in Chile

We lay over Gucci

All my paper loosely

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