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[Chorus: Rich Amiri]

I don't talk to the money, the money talk to me

Steppin' dirty like I don't know how to walk, huh

Gettin' sick of all these pistols, I got Glaucoma

Neck flooded, wrist flooded with them rhinestones

I ain't buyin' purses, she ain't worth it, yeah

She a dirt bitch, that money make her nervous, yeah

Pussy perfect, I'm finna flood up her wrist, yeah

Sent a bankroll, she said I got it purrin', yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Tecca]

That bitch tryna fuck, she roll my dope, she gettin' out

I got off my pivot, won't do that again now

They say, "ID on that jacket," ho, this ain't new

I just had like one chance, since then I been up, yeah

I been fried today, rollin' high grade

She got five brain, that's that migraine

Catch our set times, guess my time pays

You get cut off, you move sideways

I been knew this, yeah, I been loaded, yeah

I got a quarter mill', that was in one check

Tell that ho that she gotta go, she changin' the subject

I wasn't upset, I know you obsessed

[Chorus: Rich Amiri]

I don't talk to the money, the money talk to me

Steppin' dirty like I don't know how to walk, huh

Gettin' sick of all these pistols, I got Glaucoma

Neck flooded, wrist flooded with them rhinestones

I ain't buyin' purses, she ain't worth it, yeah

She a dirt bitch, that money make her nervous, yeah

Pussy perfect, I'm finna flood up her wrist, yeah

Sent a bankroll, she said I got it purrin', yeah

[Verse 2: Rich Amiri]

Slidin' in that coupe, yeah, choppin' off the roof, yeah

Finna take a blue pill, I need somethin' to do, yeah

I might put a twenty on that bitch and make her choose

Vibes in the telly, comin' in and out the room

YSL, Margiela, I got cheddar cheese, fettuccine, mozzarella

This bitch she from Belize, but I hit her at the Stella

My wrist so stellar, got cash, Rockefeller, put a rack up on your fella

New pint up at the checkout, Marciano umbrella

Throw the neck up bae, I'm finna catch it like Beckham

4gseller, I got pieces, I got hella

(4gseller, I got pieces, I got hella)

[Chorus: Rich Amiri]

I don't talk to the money, the money talk to me

Steppin' dirty like I don't know how to walk, huh

Gettin' sick of all these pistols, I got Glaucoma

Neck flooded, wrist flooded with them rhinestones

I ain't buyin' purses, she ain't worth it, yeah

She a dirt bitch, that money make her nervous, yeah

Pussy perfect, I'm finna flood up her wrist, yeah

Sent a bankroll, she said I got it purrin', yeah (That's a wrap)