[Verse 1: Stevie McFly]
Mind on my money, money on my mind
Got plenty pairs of Vans, 'cause I be on my grind
Keep an eye on me, 'cause real n***as hard to find
But if you don't see me walking in the room you must be blind
Got Versace on my eyes, Gucci on my balls
And my shirt is Dries Van Noten, never step inside a mall
So much Louboutin and Dior, you'd think I believe in Jesus
And my n***as sell that hybrid, I ain't talking 'bout a Prius
And my snapback saying TI$A, like her girlfriend in a threesome
And my Lanvin suit is tailored, I clean up the cleanest
Whip a minivan; my car ain't worth as much as my sneakers
And my coat make it look like I hunted down a cheetah
And I got a lot of Prada and that Ann Demeulemeester
Better hide your girlfriend from me or I'll make her a believer
My President is black, my credit card is black
Take a look up in my closet and you'll have a heart attack, n***a
[Verse 2: Yung Mzokst]
Money on my mind, even Washington talking to me
Hold the other line, that's just Washington talking to me
No, it's not Obama
Yeah, it's presidential
Yeah, I got a cool whip
My b**hes get a rental
Little bit vegan, 100% heathen
Conan on the paper, call me Paperbarian
Paper what I'm buried in
No Visa debit
Street credit what I credit in
Where I'm never using heavy lead
I don't want to have to uz' it
I don't want to have to make me lose it
Across your forehead with this f**ing hard hole cheese
Bread
Hog head cheese
[Verse 3: Zebra Print]
Money is no issue
You talking about a pistol?
Well I come with the missiles
My mind up on my pesos
Get money on the lawn, like my name was Jesus
Members Only Gang, no other is the same
Got a gold pic of Jesus on my chain, but I came
With more than twelve n***as in my gang
Nothing in my pockets that resembles pocket change
But I still f**ing stress about surpa**ing local fame
They call me f**ing psycho or deranged
But I am no Danny Brown
But I smoke weed by the zo, on occasion by the pound
Keep my feet upon the ground
The sky isn't my limit, but it is my hometown
And my crib is on cloud nine
These Levis carry no change
But my honeys, they all dimes
Versace medusa head, getting stoned while I get bread
My crew and me, we fine
Zebra Print, upon your circle, black and white in between the lines