Was the money good?

Was dem bitches bad?

Was they fuckin′ good?Did your hood show you love?

Did the hoes say you fly?

If your friends say you're loyal

Throw your rollies in the sky

For the trillest, for the trillest

As the champagne pours and the campaign roars

And the lights shine bright

Every night that plug, for the trillest

See my momma cry too many tears

And we been broke like too many years

It ain′t too many kids, a couple homies

There ain't too many there

And they all gotta eat,

They got too many kids

Too many kids with no fathers

Doing too many bids

Too many bids, just gave 'em kids

Too many years

As soon as you get that money

That′s the soon they appear

Assuming you owe ′em something they assuming you share

And yeah, I've been losin′ touch with my family

It ain't the same

I should′ve gave my sister some money but I made it rain

I should've hit the crib with my son and play the game

But instead I ended up at the jeweller to make a chain

It′s a saying saying when you make money

It make you change

Like four quarters, the fourth quarter, I make a lane

Shit, I had to walk forward they talkin' 'bout takin′ trains

And takin′ planes, I put the work in and made a name

But the question is

Was the money good?

Was dem bitches bad?

Was they fuckin' good?

Did your hood show you love?

Did the hoes say you fly?

If your friends say you′re loyal

Throw your rollies in the sky

For the trillest, for the trillest

As the champagne pours and the campaign roars

And the lights shine bright every night that plug, for the trillest

I never wanted to be like Mike

I wanted to be like Mitch

Now all the lil' niggas wanna be like this

I wear my chain in any city, let you see my shit

Cause I earned that, it′s on me, I'mma keep my shit

I got blood on my money, ether in my soul

Do you know the feeling during Easter with no clothes?

Now it′s stars in the ceiling

Bringing ether out the rose

With the curtains on the windows

I'm just peekin' at my ghost

Money made me iller, already was realer

Young kings killin′, young kings over skrilla

That′s why I ride around mac on me like I was Miller

Or Reggie when I shoot for that three

They drop Fetty, that's good money

Come to my city, we talk heavy and die young

When we get some paper, we cop Prezis and ride rim

20 inch rims for the dope boy

Sellin′ that coke boy, trappin' on your note boy

Got that buy it all money, fuck I need a note for?

In them school hallways, fuck I need a note for?

We ain′t wanna go to class, we was sellin' coke raw

The principal was coppin′ too, hit him with a snowball

Was the money good?

Was dem bitches bad?

Was they fuckin' good?

Did your hood show you love?

Did the hoes say you fly?

If your friends say you're loyal

Throw your rollies in the sky

For the trillest, for the trillest

As the champagne pours

And the campaign roars

And the lights shine bright

Every night that plug, for the trillest

Lookin′ for that intro

I was at the dealer lookin′ for another Benzo

Matching kicks with my Kenzo, young nigga

Heart of a lion, hungry as hippo

When I was on my last

Nobody ain't tell me shit though

Flow slicker than Crisco, niggas talkin′, I get low

Do my thing, they jump back

Know how that shit go

And they say I'm arrogant

I′m still eatin' steak with the asparagus

When I get that money like I married it

1 milly, 2 milly, 3 milly, buried it

Since they say I′m underground

I run that bitch like Harriet

Rolls Royce pushin' real slow like a chariot

Pull up on 'em niggas that doubted me, shit, embarrassin′

I′m a real nigga with money, never trash it

You a fake nigga with money, it's no comparison

Told me that I couldn′t get signed when I was rappin' it

And told me that I couldn′t do songs when I was battlin'

They told me that I couldn′t be trap, I started trappin' it

Never listen to 'em, oh well, shit is immaculate

I′mma just go sit up in this back again

Smoke the weed and laugh at ′em

Make a couple million by accident

Couple niggas dropped on Twitter they say they back again

Couple months later on Twitter they say it's laxative

Shitted on ′em Nicky voice, did it on 'em Benjamins

Plently of ′em Benjamins, semi on 'em a many on a

Whole ′nother level from before now

Tell my niggas when I see a hundred mil its going down

When I made my first mil, I was like "it's on now"

Then I made my second mil, money on the floor now

Then I made my third mil, I'm like "I need more now?"

I got in my zone and that money started pourin′ down

Every time I hit the booth, microphone torn down

We couldn′t get a pair of Pumas, we up in the store now, bitches