Wait
Wait
Hold on
Wait
Aye
Hold on (Hold on)
Ща, ща подожди
Ey, Ey
I put my hoodie on
Out in the streets
I'm tryna put me on some millions
No time for booty calls
Call on my niggas and tell em it's time for that duty call
They know what time we are on
[?] that shit hysterical
I been a hustler since I was cut from the umbilical
I'm dressing big cheques big racks
My [?] flex in tact
[?] it splash
I need about a million in cash
I need like 4 million in cash
I'm putting that jewellery last
Then put a couple bands for the fam
I heard we just tryna be the man
I heard my chu-papi from Japan
I came up for my money (Money)
Money yeah yeah yeah
I came up for my money (Money)
Money yeah yeah yeah
My hobby is grammy
I make dancing, no dirtiest
My bag is really chubby
Call me mula [?]
Let 'em see, no Bon-Jovi
You can call me[?]
We moving like an athletes
These bitches on the back seats
Scream yummy
So where's my money boy
It ain't no panic, this is why I got it boy
Kicking ass like karate boy
But yeah bitch, I'm paranoid
I came up for my money (Money)
Money yeah yeah yeah
I came up for my money(Money)
Money yeah yeah yeah
I came up for my money (Money)
Money yeah yeah yeah
I came up for my money(Money)
Money yeah yeah yeah