Quick To Judge - Money Man

Niggas quick to judge, but they don’t know what I done been through

Have my nigga come through and erase you like a pencil

My bitch super bad, she got a Birkin and Shih Tzu

Balencis now, but use to do Giuseppe with the Christian

Walking out of Tiffany’s with Tiffany and Crystal

My chick, she got that drip, she look like she just left the runway

Pull up in that Bentley truck and scoop her like a sundae

On Gelato 41, you know it’s in a hemp wrap

Come and take your lil' sack, you know that we won’t give it back

Versace, Dior, Dolce, boy, you know my outfit mismatch

First time I hit Cali, I had found a plug on WeedMaps

I just want relations, bae, I ain’t tryna offend you

I ain’t tryna be your partner, I ain’t tryna friend you

Called up all my opps and told 'em, «It ain’t shit to end you»

Heard your past was broken, yeah, I heard you kinda fragile

She ask me did I swipe?

I said a nigga might dabble

ATM’s in different states, a nigga might travel

Highrise in the city, so you know I’m livin' rent-free

I can’t be a ho, I’ll never let a nigga pimp me

I ain’t wanna hurt her, so I turned her down gently

She say that she a savage, so I went and bought her Fenty

She not with the police, but she wanna come and frisk me

When you tryna run it up, you gotta be consistent

It’s an epidemic, I’m a nationwide enigma

Gotta get them racks at all costs, I got follow-through

I want commas, If it ain’t about it, I won’t talk to you

Make them digits go up, niggas thought it wasn’t possible

Pull up in that 'Vette with the horse, and now I’m dusting you

All they do is fibulate, so how can I put trust in you?

I don’t think you understand, bae, how much I lust for you

I been in the gym liftin' weights, I might come muscle you

Niggas quick to judge, but they don’t know what I done been through

Have my nigga come through and erase you like a pencil

My bitch super bad, she got a Birkin and Shih Tzu

Balencis now, but use to do Giuseppe with the Christian

Walking out of Tiffany’s with Tiffany and Crystal

My chick, she got that drip, she look like she just left the runway

Pull up in that Bentley truck and scoop her like a sundae

On Gelato 41, you know it’s in a hemp wrap

Come and take your lil' sack, you know that we won’t give it back

Versace, Dior, Dolce, boy, you know my outfit mismatch

First time I hit Cali, I had found a plug on WeedMaps

I just want relations, bae, I ain’t tryna offend you

I ain’t tryna be your partner, I ain’t tryna friend you

Called up all my opps and told 'em, «It ain’t shit to end you»

Heard your past was broken, yeah, I heard you kinda fragile