(Na-nin-nin) (Na-na-nin-nin) (Na-na-nin-nin) (Na-na-nin-nin) (Na-na-na-na-yeah) (Aye, na-na-na-na-yeah, aye) (Grrrttt) (Look, aye) Getting this dough and the guapo I gotta stick to the code before I get caught (yeah-yeah) Me and the Brodie can handle All of this hate in the city, before it gets hot Yeah, grinding all night for a phantom (na) I get a bag and I'm dip-set outta this dot Yeah, I cannot f**k with these randoms (yeah) Lotta of the snakes and the fakes that I had to spot (bop, bop, bop) F**k the clout, f**k the fame We showing no hate and we changing the game (yeah) Money walk is the same But money talk... (aye) Didn't change us! Money talk didn't change us! Hop in a Benz, in a wraith truck (grrt bow) Living life super lavish I'm making this money Y'all haters... (Uh) I'm with a bhad b***h Gettin' 21 bags like Savage (yeah) I'm not average (na-yeah) (I'mma show you) Dreamin' of Raris and Lambos I cannot stop now, 'till I got it I cannot back out, 'till I'm on it I cannot stack out, 'till I lost it Getting this money and gold (yeah) But this shit won't satisfy soul (yeah) Gettin' up, hitting the roads (yeah) Flippin' the pack back and I sold (yeah) Now she want, but I don't (no-no) I get a bag, hop and I go (go) I couldn't stand out on the lows So, I had to grind out In my zone (yeah) .223 b***h, this ain't no Vandal (two-two) I gotta b***h in the back that can handle (handle) He wanted s**ke, so I blew out the candle (two-two) .223 b***h, this ain't no Vandal (Vandal) I gotta b***h in the back that can handle (he want a candle) He wanted s**ke, so I blew out the candle (can-can-can-ca...) Getting this dough and the guapo I gotta stick to the code before I get caught (yeah-yeah) Me and the Brodie can handle All of this hate in the city, before it gets hot Yeah, grinding all night for a phantom (na) I get a bag and I'm dip-set outta this dot Yeah, I cannot f**k with these randoms (yeah) Lotta of the snakes and the fakes that I had to spot F**k the clout, f**k the fame We showing no hate and we changing the game (yeah) Money walk is the same But money talk... (aye) Didn't change us! (Yeah) Money talk didn't change us! Hop in a Benz, in a wraith truck (grrt bow) Living life super lavish I'm making this money Y'all haters... I had my back to the ropes Now all of my chains is ropes (yeah-yeah-yeah) What do you know? (what do you know?) Life gettin' dangerous They know that I can't get touched 'Cause I'm boutta blow (boutta blow) I do not make enough (yeah) I'm rounding the bakers up (yeah) To make all the dough (cash-cash) Toronto winters get hot The summers get cold you know? That's just how it goes (how it goes) Why would I f**k with these lames? This money ain't really a game I stay on my toes I won't give up on the grind No u-turns or brakes I fly over bumps on the road I know they staying the same I'm spreading the change (yeah-yeah-yeah) They spreading them lies on my name They got my heart in pain I step through the puddles And now I'm just makin' it rain Walk down a lonely road My wrist and my heart is froze (from time ago) Talk to the guap, hello? (hello?) It's red or it's indigo (need hunnids alone) Want my credit, that's what they owe me (owe me) Puttin' in work, I do this lonely (lonely) Needa run it up, can't whip no stolie (stolie) Pull up with tints and drift through slowly (grrrt) Getting this dough and the guapo I gotta stick to the code before I get caught Me and the Brodie can handle All of this hate in the city, before it gets hot Yeah, grinding all night for a phantom (na) I get a bag and I'm dip-set outta this dot Yeah, I cannot f**k with these randoms (randoms) Lotta of the snakes and the fakes that I had to spot F**k the clout, f**k the fame We showing no hate and we changing the game (yeah) Money walk is the same But money talk... (aye) Didn't change us! Money talk didn't change us! Hop in a Benz, in a wraith truck (grrt bow) Living life super lavish I'm making this money Y'all haters... (I'm making this money, y'all haters) (I'm making this money, y'all haters)