These hoes keep on callin' me, baby Where's my money? Fuck you, pay me Uh I'm in London, off the grid I got euros, I got quid Poppin' champagne at the ritz Eatin' caviar and squid Your bm in my dms I pass that like jason kidd Look at this lil' Oakland kid Said I'd do it, and I did (did) Check my wrist, it's flex o'clock Rollie, hublot, patek talk It's not a list, it's not a stock Sold out shows, I'm in your city And the lines around the block That's a girl the other night she hawk tuah on my You know what Come to the bay, type one need Truth be told, I'm really that guy It's not somethin' I pretended to be Send me the pics, I'm ready to see I like the assess preferably Mornin' sex then I get dressed Now she tryna get ready with me These hoes keep on callin' me, baby Where's my money? Fuck you, pay me These hoes keep on callin' me, baby Where's my money? Fuck you, pay me Uh Dot my I's and cross my t's And stay on my p's and q's Stand on business, pick a side Ain't no choice, she free to choose Just don't be surprise that I get more p's than you You puttin' on a show, it won't be no season two, yeah I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich Last time I heard, you a bitch on bitch on bitch So don't you ever diss 'cause if shit ever go down You gon' make some people 'round, mm, you get the gist Capiché, keep the peace Some things you can't teach Thought I told you e's a beast Now worth eighteen mil at least Fly from Paris out to nice Postin' [?] then to greeze Pulled up in the laferrari This a pink slip, not a lease, uh These hoes keep on callin' me, baby (nah) Where's my money? Fuck you, pay me (uh, uh) These hoes keep on callin' me, baby (nah) Where's my money? Fuck you, pay me (sorry) Where's my money? Fuck you, pay me