Silence

[Chorus: Young Thug] Money out the roof Red flag on my jet, let her in I took both for the team I blow score, put the score on the rim Let the birds take a bath in the den [Verse 1: Baby Keem] What the fuck is a two-thousand-dollar jet? Bitch, give me my respect, put the ice on my neck (What?) Cuban link, bitch, ask around, ask the ref Don't talk about it, if you do, that's a tech (Yeah, yeah) Money counterfeit, if it fold, I'm upset (Yeah, yeah) Rappin' got me hot, I'm so hot, I'm up next Niggas hate on me, I am him in the flesh Bitches fake on him, he ain't rich, he a rich That's enough, bend it over on the set Shut up, lil' bitch, that's enough on the set Bitches talk to me before these zeros on my check (Yeah) Where my money, hoe? Bitch, I need to pay my rent (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Maison Margiela sweats, new chain on my neck (Ayy) You hoe talk that broke shit, no habla ingles (Ayy) I just caught a fade at Applebee's, on my dead bitch (Ayy) Talk nice to me, shit ain't sweet on my dead bitch (Ayy) Hit her from the back, shoot the club up, take a risk (Ayy) I need all my ends, I need all my dividends (Ayy) I need all my ends, I need all my dividends (Ayy) I need all my ends, I need, I need, I need, I need (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus: Young Thug] Money out the roof Red flag on my jet, let her in I took both for the team I blow score, put the score on the rim Let the birds take a bath in the den [Verse 2: Young Thug] I'm in Santa Monica with the top off the car Rose gold sheets land in the middle of the prison yard I just introduced her to that lock in a sock Rollie-pollie only face big as a G-shock Skeet off on the cops and a brand new slingshot Twelve million dollars worth of clothes, no facade