[Verse 1] Parking lot littered with supercars Guest list musicians Model bitches, coke dealing, superstars Soul glitter, nose sniffles, audio dope, docking the boat Anchor and chain, solid gold rope Double dutch honeys in a two seater dune buggy, runnin from me We run this, Money, and I dont think you from here dunny Your weed smell funny, your clothes too bummy Them hoes too ugly Meek told you it's levels to it Buy it right the first time Don't go back and add a bezel to it I was listening when Jay said So when I got paid I've been the same way David Blaine blessed me baby angels Diamond wings lift me over the games dangers They don't invite me to they rap awards, it's all good I don't wanna smoke my gas with ya'll Interior leather, the texture of a basketball In that '87, 93 octane in the air And in the tank of the '87, highway to heaven
[Outro] Money on my mind, money on the line Thinking 'bout paying me, make it on time Scrape it into the shape, all straight lines Don't overdose, dope audio Audio dope