[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, I’m cashin’ in, I’m stackin’ up,
Bad bitches in the ride, tell ‘em pack it up.
Big moves, no luck, just racks and guts,
Everything I touch turns fire, it’s matchin’ up.
[Verse 1]
Wrist cold like December, but the grind stay hot,
Turnin’ small-time dreams into a multi-plot.
Got her hooked on the vibe, now she callin’ me pop,
But it’s money over love if you ain’t ridin’ the spot.
She got a body like a Bentley, but a mind like a Tesla,
I keep the baddies intelligent, yeah, nothing lesser.
She don’t chase my paper; she respects my pressure,
We both levelin’ up—call it mutual treasure.
[Chorus]
Bitches and money, we live for the thrill,
Runnin’ it up while they standin’ still.
Keep it tight with the fam, fuck the fake appeal,
Every dollar that I touch got that real-deal feel.
[Verse 2]
I'm in the penthouse view, where the skyline glows,
Smokin' Cubans on the deck while my empire grows.
Fake friends get exposed, I keep my circle composed,
If you ain’t adding to the bag, then it’s time you go.
She loves the confidence, the way I’m runnin’ the game,
Not just a flashy chain, but the moves that sustain.
I told her loyalty's a must; I don’t deal with the lame,
And if she’s ridin’ for the crown, then she’s earned the flame.
[Chorus]
Bitches and money, we live for the thrill,
Runnin’ it up while they standin’ still.
Keep it tight with the fam, fuck the fake appeal,
Every dollar that I touch got that real-deal feel.
[Bridge]
Money talks loud, but my silence is deadly,
Every move I make heavy like a ‘68 Chevy.
Got the strap for the snakes, keep the vibes steady,
Playin’ chess with the world while they movin’ petty.
These hoes chase clout, but I’m built for the long haul,
Turn a vision into millions, yeah, I’m breakin’ the wall.
Don’t compare me to these rappers; I’m the king of it all,
Every word that I spit like a prophet’s call.
[Chorus]
Bitches and money, we live for the thrill,
Runnin’ it up while they standin’ still.
Keep it tight with the fam, fuck the fake appeal,
Every dollar that I touch got that real-deal feel.
[Outro]
Yeah, from the dirt to the crown, I built this shit,
Blood, sweat, and the nights I was takin’ the hits.
Now the money and the bitches just a part of the trip,
But it’s the power and the vision that’ll never quit.
