Related Through Money

Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah
Top floor shit
I’m in this bitch with a top floor bitch
Yeah, we havin' racks, yeah, a lot of them shits
Pull up to the spot and just wait in the lobby, lil' bitch
Ksubi denims, spend a lot on them shits
Bitch, I’m in LA blowin' racks in Saks Fifth
Yeah, I got a bag and a bad bitch
These niggas scary, killing shit like Assassin’s Creed, nigga
And it’s Rick Owens all on my jeans, nigga
Yeah, I get money, so no I don’t need bitches
If I told you what I seen then you wouldn’t believe this shit
Yeah, this shit Margiela, no it’s not Supreme, bitch
All my brothers real right and they bleedin', bitch
I’m smoking exotic dope 'cause I need it, bitch
Designer closet, nigga, have you seen this shit?
This shit exotic, nigga, you ain’t seen this shit
See, I switched the city up just like a season, nigga
Brand-new drip, yeah, this shit in season, nigga
I’m getting rich, no, I do not need a bitch
And we gon' wipe your nose if you sneezin', nigga
Yeah, smoking dope, I’m breathing different
So many different hoes, I ain’t seen these bitches
These niggas broke as hell, they ain’t gettin' no money
I’m out in California where it’s always sunny
I was just in the hallways bummy
Now me and my brothers related through money
Now we havin' hoes like a Playboy bunny
And these broke niggas can’t take shit from me
Constantly count these hundreds, yeah
I’ma just get these racks because they can’t stop comin'
Me and slime, we love new money
Top floor gang, you can’t be bummy
Don’t come 'round, you don’t get money
All red fifties 'cause it’s bloody
Twin dripped down in Psycho Bunny
Young niggas always dummy
I was posted on the block like
I was smokin' exotic marijuana
Get blacked out like Obama
This Glizzy get hot like a sauna
This bitch lil' straight, she could be fine
Shrimp on my plate, this ain’t no diner
This shit getting perfect with timing
They eat up the drip like it’s salmon
You say it’s designer, you lying
Don’t care 'bout the price, I’ma buy it
These niggas not juggin', they trying
Dumb nigga, you run up, you dying
This dripping is changing the climate
This one of one, you cannot find it
Your ho, she going in private
Yeah, my killers is wearing disguises
Top floor shit
I’m in this bitch with a top floor bitch
Yeah, we havin' racks, yeah, a lot of them shits
Pull up to the spot and just wait in the lobby, lil' bitch
Ksubi denims, spend a lot on them shits
Bitch, I’m in LA blowin' racks in Saks Fifth
Yeah, I got a bag and a bad bitch
These niggas scary, killing shit like Assassin’s Creed, nigga
And it’s Rick Owens all on my jeans, nigga
Yeah, I get money, so no I don’t need bitches
If I told you what I seen then you wouldn’t believe this shit
Yeah, this shit Margiela, no it’s not Supreme, bitch
All my brothers real right and they bleedin', bitch
I’m smoking exotic dope 'cause I need it, bitch
Designer closet, nigga, have you seen this shit?
This shit exotic, nigga, you ain’t seen this shit