Let me tell you how I do it
Run the extra mile in music
Fuck it, make it four, make these females die to it
Sippy on the call, I got fluzzies taking shots
And soon they be so boozy take some noodies and we all
I got a running level, 15 on a treadmill
Sweating, over-thinking like who she gotta impress still
Chin up, look down that little, on the curse for something ill
But still feel stuck in the middle
Come pour my cup up, rewind it, bottles suck up
And that drink that you just poured is not important, come get fucked up

POP MONEY, POP MONEY
What you want, you wanna
POP MONEY, POP MONEY
Oh, you forgot I got that
POP MONEY, POP MONEY
What you want, you wanna
POP MONEY, POP MONEY
You wanna, you wanna
POP MONEY, POP MONEY
You ain't making pop money

Cash in, clashes, let's just count our money
Bet I won't finish the fastest
Fuck her on a school night, I don't need to finish classes
I'm looking down the million, that's why I become so classless
Breakfast is serving and I'm waving a Tarantino
When the hell freeze on my chains when my chain is still Valentino
Gucci so appealing like a roofie, got no feelings
'Cause the game made me an animal so I ain't got no feelings
Competitions sounds terrific, that's hysterical, where is it?
You got the biggest buzz in the world but can't sell a fucking ticket

POP MONEY, POP MONEY
What you want, you wanna
POP MONEY, POP MONEY
Oh, you forgot I got that
POP MONEY, POP MONEY
What you want, you wanna
POP MONEY, POP MONEY
You wanna, you wanna
POP MONEY, POP MONEY
You ain't making pop money

Rich girls try to lock me in their mansions
Got her moping, got her moping, know I'm all about expansion
White girl in the hills of Beverly, bad bitch out on the outside
Both their dads are richer than me and my crew will ever be
This is just my POV, need no place, no BOB
I'm just tryna hit it, if I can't hit, fuck you like see no green
Closer than Brazil yes, I proved to be resilient
A million ain't coo, what's cool then? Billions
Come on guy, I wipe my fucking ass with a million dollars
Blow the confetti, went from photos, shoes were heavy
So she got the west to kill for her, this co-sing even better

POP MONEY, POP MONEY
What you want, you wanna
POP MONEY, POP MONEY
Oh, you forgot I got that
POP MONEY, POP MONEY
What you want, you wanna
POP MONEY, POP MONEY
You wanna, you wanna
POP MONEY, POP MONEY
You ain't making pop money

Boston boy, I never left either
Yeah, yeah
Say, you ain't fucking with that pop money

Pop money, pop money
You ain't making pop money
Pop money, pop money
You ain't making pop money
Pop money, pop money
You ain't making pop money

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