GRWM

[Chorus]

These hoes keep on callin' me baby

Where's my money? Fuck you, pay me (Uh)

[Verse 1]

I'm in London, off the grid

I got euros, I got quid

Poppin' champagne at the Ritz

Eatin' caviar and squid

Your BM in my DMs

I pass that like Jason Kidd

Look at this lil' Oakland kid

Said I'd do it, and I did (Did)

Check my wrist, it's flex o'clock

Rollie, Hublot, Patek talk

It's not a list, it's not a stock

Sold out shows, I'm in your city

And the line's around the block

Had your girl the other night, she hawk tuah on my

You know what, uh

Come to the Bay, tap one, leave

Truth be told, I'm really that guy

It's not somethin' I'm pretendin' to be

Send me the pics, I'm ready to see

I like fat assess, preferably

Mornin' sеx and then I get dressеd

Now she tryna get ready with me

[Chorus]

These hoes keep on callin' me baby

Where's my money? Fuck you, pay me

These hoes keep on callin' me baby

Where's my money? Fuck you, pay me (Uh)

[Verse 2]

Dot my I's and cross my T's

And stay on my P's and Q's

Stand on business, pick a side

It's your choice, feel free to choose

Just don't be surprise that I get more P's than you

You puttin' on a show, it won't be no season two, yeah

I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich (Ayy)

Last time I heard, you a bitch on bitch, on bitch

So don't you ever diss 'cause if shit ever go down

You gon' make some people 'round, you get the gist

Capiché, keep the peace

It's just some things you can't teach

Thought I told you, E's a beast

Net worth eighteen mil' at least

Fly from Paris out to Nice

Positano then to Greeze

Pulled up in the LaFerrari

This a pink slip, not a lease, uh

[Chorus]

These hoes keep on callin' me baby (Nah)

Where's my money? Fuck you, pay me (Uh, uh)

These hoes keep on callin' me baby (Nah)

Where's my money? Fuck you, pay me (Sorry)

[Outro]

Where's my money?

Fuck you, pay me