(Hook)
Hey
Motel keys
Open door more keys
Po po freeze
Bank account no cheese
Street smarts
I done learned it from my OGs
You in the club with the water
That's OD
I got money in my iPhone
I got shooters True Religion with the rhinestones
And I'm strapped up dummy
Is your mind gone?
Huh?
You must really want your mind blown
Huh, I got money in my iPhone
Huh, I be in and out of time zones
Hmm, don't need a scale I can eyeball it
Huh, just hit my line you can buy something
Huh, I got money in my iPhone
Just hit me
I got money in my iPhone
Hit my line
I got money in my iPhone
Just hit me
I got money in my iPhone
Hit my line
I got work though
Hit my line pronto
I put you on though
Get it off like Rondo
The head honcho
Bape and a poncho
But I've been getting it since Triple 5 Soul
I got money in my iPhone
But, you be hitting me when the time wrong
Make a brother feel like you got a wire on
When I'm on stage only place I need a microphone
n***a!
(Hook)
Hey
Motel keys
Open door more keys
Po po freeze
Bank account no cheese
Street smart
I done learned it from my OGs
You in the club with the water
That's OD
I got money in my iPhone
I got shooters True Religion with the rhinestones
And I'm strapped up dummy
Is your mind gone?
Huh?
You must really want your mind blown, huh
Make a brother feel like you got a wire on
When I'm on stage only place I need a microphone
n***a!
I got money in my iPhone
I got, I got shooters True Religion with the rhinestones
And, and I'm strapped up dummy
Is your mind gone?
Huh?
You must really want your mind blown
I got money in my iPhone
You be hitting me when the time wrong
Make, make a brother feel like you got a wire on
When I'm on stage only time I need a microphone
I got money in my iPhone
(In my iPhone)
I got money in my iPhone
(I got money in my iPhone)
I got money in my iPhone
(iPhone)
I got money in my iPhone
7-9 candy paint suede seats I'm laid back
Windows down, they hate that
Bumping the legend, Ray Cash
Elevator, n***a we on
TRBEVADA that same song
It's Midwest til my days gone
And after that, I still live on
My n***a, Twe say
If a n***a trip, let ‘em know
And he'll k** boy
My home girl say
You the type of n***a
That a real n***a would k** for
Hand full of gold like Thanos
Red bandana like Rambo
They say, how he that
When the hood that he come from Crip'n?
n***a, cause I can, though
It's Fifth Ave, Krumm Park
Broad day, them guns spark
Rappers rap about how they pick the cup up
And they got change
n***a all I hear is bums talk
I got stripes
Raf Simmons, Stan Smith
Don't get pilled, n***a
If it's prollys, my ahki's is catch'n bodies
I see beards, n***a
Hey, somebody call my OG
Hey, somebody call Pusha T
Hey, I need some help moving keys
Ten hundred dollar bills I'm a G
Somebody call my OG
Hey, somebody call Pusha T
Hey, I need some help moving keys
Ten hundred dollar, I'm a
I'm a