Money Long

(Act like you ain't fuckin' wit a nigga)
(Why you act like you ain't fuckin' wit a nigga)
Why you act like you ain't fuckin' wit a nigga
She left him alone cause my pockets way bigger
No skinny shit, when we eat it's 5 star the dinner
Go big or go home, I might hop out a sprinter
Go big or go home, I'm puttin' racks to my dome
She keep blowin' my phone, she won't leave me alone
She tryna see who I text, I get racks on this phone
Said it's hard not to trip on a nigga when his money long
Said she trying not to trip, baby let's just take a trip
And she said it turn her on the way I'm fuckin' up the strip
Ain't it clear I got a bag, baby you don't gotta strip anymore
For a rich nigga, open the door
Hop in a hemi, I'm smashing the gas, hit the floor
Hell nah I ain't trickin' you can't get no Christian Dior
She said I'm the realist ain't ever had this shit before
Ain't talkin' no money, decline, put my phone back on snore
Why you act like you ain't fuckin' wit a nigga
She left him alone cause my pockets way bigger
No skinny shit, when we eat it's 5 star the dinner
Go big or go home, I might hop out a sprinter
Go big or go home, I'm puttin' racks to my dome
She keep blowin' my phone, she won't leave me alone
She tryna see who I text, I get racks on this phone
Said it's hard not to trip on a nigga when his money long