GrossNet

Talking ‘bout a dollar bitch I got a whole lot gross

Wanna cop the ‘Rari I could buy it off the lot gross

Heard your rent’s late I could pay the whole year

I been shopping Piaget if I cop it they stare

GG on my linen that’s a show to me

All these commas you can keep the shit you owe to me

Holy water VVS up on my rosarie

Your money talk but mine be singing like it’s Jodeci

Aquafiney on my wrist that’s flooded

Tell ‘em if it ain’t a blue face I don’t want it

Not a single word for them bitches that fronted

Point ‘em to my sack you could hold it in a

I let Benji do the talking I been off it

If I want it buy the whole thing no portions

Might have thought we was the boys when we roll Porsches

9-11 pulling up if you ever calling

I play the top hat with real cash bitch i'm in my duffy

Top back on Countach bitch i'm in my duffy

Contract on Koufax bitch i'm in my duffy

If my crew stack won’t lose racks bitch I’m in my

I been looking for some acres and they ain’t green

But if I step up in the mall I’ll buy the whole thing

I call my diamonds Jerry Lawler when they in the ring

That money lingo for the ballers so don't say a thing

Shut the **** up

Orlebar when I’m swimming through the r-r-racks

Audemar for my bid but I could get that back

Double R 12-gauge watch the kid kick back

All aboard ‘cause I’m paid bitch don’t hit my jack

I pepper the diamonds bitch I’m subtly shining

Bling-blaow take a look oh you suddenly blinded

My gross was hundreds and thousands

We spent hundreds on mileage

Checked the lingo when they speaking boy them numbers be lying

Talking ‘bout a dollar I don’t got it right now net

Card got declined why you say it so loud net

Broke and got some talent I make 20 dollar stretch

I could eat the whole month that’s 20 dollar flex

I was loosey with the moochies let ‘em hold something

I need all of that back if you owe something

I seen none of my racks from the show budget

Thought we was all up in the black but it’s so blooded

How the **** that happen

Stressing ‘cause Matt backed it

Thought it was big breesh

Now I’m planning for back taxes

Thrifted for mad fashion

Wonder would they refund it

Scraping for dollars but bitch I just came from hundreds

Won’t leave the crib ‘cause I can’t pay the metro

Won’t skrt the erk ‘cause I can’t pay for petro

On a ramen diet

That mean rapping rapping

‘Cause I can not even cop a ramen package

No I don’t smoke cheeba can’t afford that habit

If I did I’d be toking broke boy backwoods

With the broke boy accent

Uh

Broke boy action

Hold the 20s can’t repay ‘em counting broke boy Jacksons

I don’t pay ‘em attention you know I can’t afford it

Maybe you should get a job no bitch I just came from touring

And I just copped a foreign

This dollar tee came from China

Got too many on the team

My dollars be with a minus

Optics say money but my pockets they different

You know I would pay you back but pockets be tripppin

I did the most with the gross tryna thumb through a check

Ended on the dark web bitch I’m low on the net

Thinking numbers don’t lie

Don't let these folks fool you

You ask the right questions

The numbers lie to you