Aint nothin you can tell her Yeah she get the mozarella

& I'm all up all up all up in the bank with the funny face

I think big, get cash, make em blink fast

But I'm alone on my throne All these riches

Cause POP POP POP it goes my rubber band. So STOP STOP STOP sniffin that contraband.

I was in them million dollar meetings, he was cheatin. All up in the church, he was sneakin wit the deacon.

Yeah my money's so tall that my Barbie's gotta climb it

My money slow, my money stupid, money ditzy

These broke rappers always rappin bout a pink truck. I'm only happy when I'm hoppin out the Brinks truck.