The Meaning

[Intro: FKi 1st] All this green, looking at my wrist Like what the fuck you really mean All this money nigga, all this green Looking at my wrist like what the fuck you really mean All this money nigga, all this green Looking at my wrist like what the fuck you really mean I got a couple bitches, do they really love me? Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean All this money, nigga, all this green Living that life like a fucking movie screen I got a couple bitches, do they really love me? Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean [Verse 1: FKi 1st] My momma just called, she said, "Where the fuck you been?" I said, "I ain't coming home 'til I get her a Benz" She said, "What happened to whats-her-name?" That ho ain't my friend They be cool with you one day but they just fucking pretending This is the beginning, never know no ending (no, no) We ain't imitations, what the fuck is our ceiling? I need my circle Don't need the dependant (no, no) Need to learn to read and not no fucking sense If you talking money, then I might show off my penmanship I can't even flex on Instagram 'cause y'all niggas love to steal my shit But I ain't even worried, this is one of one, it's limited Remember when you see this shit, yeah, 1st, he did this shit [Chorus: FKi 1st] All this money nigga, all this green Looking at my wrist like what the fuck you really mean I got a couple bitches, do they really love me? Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean All this money nigga, all this green Living that life like a fucking movie screen I got a couple bitches, do they really love me? Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean (yeah) [Verse 2: Post Malone] Running through the city and I got my whole team Cup is overflowing, spilled some Faygo on my seat Bathing Ape tee, I got Balmain on my jeans Starting once again, don't know what the fuck it means I don't give a fuck about no bitch, no (ayy) I ain't ever done, I'm getting rich, ho All I'm trying to do is stack that guala and make my mami proud Smoking hundred dollar papers with my woe Oh yeah I sit on top of gold 4s, I don't need a chauffeur Talking shit, what do you got to fucking show for? (hey) You know I'm the one they book the show for 30 bands up front [Chorus: FKi 1st] All this money nigga, all this green Looking at my wrist like what the fuck you really mean I got a couple bitches, do they really love me? Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean All this money nigga, all this green Living that life like a fucking movie screen I got a couple bitches, do they really love me? Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean