My money in the mail Yeah, I’m drunk as hell Might not ring a bell Put you in a spell Yeah, I get my money Yeah, my baby bad as hell She send me kisses and shit, I can’t even tell I can’t even tell Even tell
Took her on a binge My ego on a streak She fuck with Gucci and Louis, we on a shopping spree They don’t wanna see a monster, Thaiboy Goon and a bitch She’s fuckin’ it up with Thaiboy, you’re gonna have to meet John Wick You gonna see another day, you follow my shit I’m blowing the bands I blow up the cash I just heard your shit, yeah, you ain’t get no bands Every time I leave my baby, I got me some scratch Try some shit with me and my bro, we take you off the map Fifty K for dirty cops, they stay off my ass
My money in the mail Yeah, I’m drunk as hell Might not ring a bell Put you in a spell Yeah, I get my money Yeah, my baby bad as hell She send me kisses and shit, I can’t even tell I can’t even tell Even tell
Pull up to the club, feel like Triple X Fucking up a check, hundred stacks, I’m blessed Thaiboy make a move, like I’m playing chess And I’m off the drugs, I can’t take a rest Pull up at the mall, bitch I’m getting dressed She fucked my mind, trying to make it stressed Thaiboy Goon, like ching, pull up, straight finesse I don’t fuck with death, I got cash on deck Pouring for a check, shots of the Tec I step on your neck, better hold your breath Don’t fuck with my ex, I got stacks on deck Thaiboy Goon up next, hundred bands on deck
My money in the mail Yeah, I’m drunk as hell Might not ring a bell Put you in a spell Yeah, I get money Yeah, my baby bad as hell She send me kisses and shit, I can’t even tell I can’t even tell Even tell I can’t even tell Even tell