Gold On My Phone

Money on my mind

Money on my home screen

All this shine on me

Look like my own league (yeah)

Gold on my neck, gold on my wrist

Money on the line every time that it ring, I’m rich

Big stack talk, hundred on a wish

If it ain’t about cash, I don’t hear that [ad-lib: “click”]

Gold on my neck, gold on my wrist

Money on the line every time that it ring, I’m rich

Whole team up, everybody lit

Countin’ up, countin’ up, life lookin’ like this

Twenty in a rubber band, fifty in the safe

Hundred on the dash just to feel a little shake

Walk in, silence, then the whispers break

“Who that?” — pockets talk, that’s the only name they say

Card never sleep, swipe then it reload

Spend a small check just to sit front row

Mama used to stress ’bout the bills, now she glow

Got her hand full of rings, that’s a family halo

Phone don’t stop, that’s a cash machine

Every notification got a new cha-ching

Chain so loud when it dance on me

Every lil’ step sound like royalty

Cousins in the back still countin’ last week

New watch face lookin’ like a bright screen

I remember old shoes, holes in the seams

Now I tip like what I used to make in fourteen weeks