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[Intro: bbno$] Uh [Chorus: bbno$] Six, five, four, eight (What?) That's my money PIN Don't flex fake pape' (No) Check me take these wins Flexin' like a cheapskate (Cheap) Got a shiny grin Money wide, like a cape I don't fuck with crêpes What's for din', mate? Eatin' 40K steak off a gold plate (Skrrt) Got green, red, blue, money and it ain't fake I said green money, red money, blue money, wait It's a green, red, blue, money gettin' kind of day [Verse 1: Crosby] Still on the lick, boy, never change, medicate Son, what the stick for? Featherweight, Holloway Max with the hits, boy, never fake, better take BIC to the spliff, that's everyday, levitate Know who I is, bitch, step away, relegate Still on the pimp shit, get the play, never stay Real since the bib, don't need a chase, hit it straight Slumped for a bit, but he not erased, by the grace, yeah No gimmicks, just a show for the cynics And a little dope in 'em, you don't know what you missin', mamí Yeah, you won't get it, so go on with the trippin' Tommy where the O's fitted, boy, it's cold where we livin', yeah 17, we was gettin' blowed in the Civic We would never scheme, only pull a ho off the image 'Cause I'm everything, that these niggas know that they isn't And I never dream, put it on the flow, then I get it, yeah [Chorus: bbno$] Six, five, four, eight (What?) That's my money PIN Don't flex fake pape' (No) Check me take these wins Flexin' like a cheapskate (Cheap) Got a shiny grin Money wide, like a cape I don't fuck with crêpes What's for din', mate? Eatin' 40K steak off a gold plate (Skrrt) Got green, red, blue, money and it ain't fake I said green money, red money, blue money, wait It's a green, red, blue, money gettin kind of day (Uh) [Verse 2: bbno$] Tell me if I overstep, Prozac Might just make a rack and then I'd spend it on a plaque I need that bag, make sure it's big I don't do trig', I don't do math But I can sure as hell tell when the bag is lookin' thick If the money be a race, and I'm pumpin' up the pace If I break my leg from runnin' it, I'll cop a golden brace If your girl see my waist, yeah, it's straight to first base And these zeroes give me faith, let me put you in your place You a comma, all you do is cause a little bit of that drama I'm a bougie ass G.O.A.T., bitch, call me llama Tommy on my body while I'm flexin' in Bahama Lookin' for an avocado, thinkin' 'bout guala Green money, red money, blue money, bitch Green money, red money, blue money, bitch (Ha) Green money, red money, blue money, bitch Ayy, I ain't think I got complaints Yeah, I feel ecstatic Got my money where I wanted it to be I can't complain, I just got bumped up to a first class seat Is this flight attendant really tryna hit on me? I don't know, maybe it's a possibility that I smash Fourteen hours on a flight, I will not pass up ass Find me on an island, day dreamin' about the cash Foreign money, yeah, I got it, lots of rain, lots of sun That's a rainbow, check my wallet I got green money, red money, blue money, bitch Green money, red money, blue money, bitch Green money, red money, blue money, bitch It's bbno$