What, what? Cha-ching, cha-ching What, what? Okay, mm, c'mon Kisses, kisses Shoutout to the hustlers tryna get the cash (cha-ching) Gold on they teeth, Evisu on they ass (what?) He got the big drip, yeah, that's what I like to see (mhm) Great hair and a great personality Reaching for the stars, looking back at me (what?) Smile for the pic for the gram like cheese I got my own bread, I ain't gotta say please He got his Louis V sleeves wrapped around me I don't fuck with broke ass boys I'm annoyed, yeah, fuck that noise I'm not a creep Oh, I promise, oh I swear But when you reached I saw your Supreme underwear Don't take it wrong I promise it's alright You spend money on your undies and I think that's really nice He not a broke boy, he not a broke boy He got the money, he run it up his own boy He gotta big flex BAPE on the coat boy I know you broke, pants held up by a rope boy What's the deal? Go chase a bag (go chase it) You a bum, I can see you mad (you mad) Run it up, just to run it back (run it back) Keep the coin all up in the sack I don't fuck with broke ass boys I'm annoyed, yeah, fuck that noise I'm not a creep Oh, I promise, oh I swear But when you reached I saw your Supreme underwear Don't take it wrong I promise it's alright You spend money on your undies and I think that's really nice