text: Baby girl you Michael Jackson bad
  Im Michael Jackson bad, girl we Michael Jackson bad
  She said she wants to fuck me, what bout gettin money yeah
  I said I had like 30 on me nah but this aint cash
  Got another hundred worth of jewelry in the bag
  How you having soap how you having 
  How you making how you having swag
  Every time I turn up, yeah they turn up on they ass
  They dont got no dope no more now the niggas sad
  Imma go out there just like a dog and fishing bag
  Imma go back to the basics stacking up the glass
  Nigga gon get dropped they dont wanna pay they tabs
  Imma put them packs on a nigga like some Ms
  Count the money once, I aint fucking up the math
  I count the money once and I aint fucking up the math
  Im bout to get all motherfuckin Benz for the staff
  Im bout to get all motherfuckin Benz for my hoe
  Im back to hittin the mafia, big chopper, big bankroll
  2 chains go king god
  Coming with the 
  We coming with that money nigga be a silly hoe
   take it from him
  Nigga askin for advice I told him get your money up
  Nigga said he got some 50 told him get a hundred somethin
  Nigga I just want Chanel black slipper with no laces
  Ive been spending hundreds since they had small faces
  I just told a nigga had to struggle 
  I just told em free my nigga Rocco with them cases
  When you get that mother fucking money whats your name at?
  Bitch you rubberband a bankroll fore you came here
  When you bust the juug do you make sure your folk straight?
  When you pour that lean, do you know how good that act taste 
  Baby girl you Michael Jackson bad
  Michael Jackson bad, girl we Michael Jackson day
  She said she wants to fuck me, what bout gettin money yeah
  I said I had like 30 on me nah but this aint cash
  Got another hundred worth of jewelry in the bag
  How you having soap how you having 
  How you making how you having swag
  Every time I turn up, yeah they turn up on they ass
  They dont got no dope no more now the niggas sad
  Imma go out there just like a dog and fishing bag
  Imma go back to the basics stacking up the glass
  Nigga gon get dropped they dont wanna pay they tabs
  Imma put them packs on a nigga like some Ms
  Count the money once, I aint fucking up the math
  I count the money once and I aint fucking up the math
  Im bout to get all motherfuckin Benz for the staff
  Yeah them boys watching 
  Yeah I know they watching
  So I know them boys so mad
  Yeah I told them boys keep tabs, yeah
  Lil Uzi counting money fast
  Driving in that Lambo fast
  Yeah you know Im running through the racks
  Cause you know things dont last
  Took your girl, made her slow dance
  Looked at her mom like No maam
  Slide in the A in the Lamb
  Run up on me, it wont jam
  Always counting them new bands
  Reached in the pocket, my pants
  Pulled out my pocket thats 10
  Matching that white on white Phantom
  Baby girl you Michael Jackson bad
  Michael Jackson bad, girl we Michael Jackson day
  She said she wants to fuck me, what bout gettin money yeah
  I said I had like 30 on me nah but this aint cash
  Got another hundred worth of jewelry in the bag
  How you having soap how you having 
  How you making how you having swag
  Every time I turn up, yeah they turn up on they ass
  They dont got no dope no more now the niggas sad
  Imma go out there just like a dog and fishing bag
  Imma go back to the basics stacking up the glass
  Nigga gon get dropped they dont wanna pay they tabs
  Imma put them packs on a nigga like some Ms
  Count the money once, I aint fucking up the math
  I count the money once and I aint fucking up the math
  Im bout to get all motherfuckin Benz for the staff