[Intro: Juice WRLD & Mike P]
What you on, Mike P?
What you on?
Shit
Money on me
Hunnid on me (Hunnid)
Money on me (Hunnid, hunnid)
I'm out of your league (Ayy)
Out of your league (Hunnid, hunnid, yo, hey, brrp, brrp, brrp, skrrt)

[Chorus]
Money on me, hunnid on me
Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene
I still put the G-Star on my jeans
She asked me if I love her, only in her dreams
Keep my stick on me, make you bleed
Would have never shot you if you let me be
Young Rich Nigga, that's a guarantee
I be with them killers like Jeffrey

[Verse 1]
No Dahmer, I'm a problem
You a goon, cool, I got goblins
Fuck with me, make you leak like a faucet
Mix the liquor up, skrrt, now I'm nauseous
I don't sip the lean
Used to love codeine 'cause I love to dream
Now I mix Henny with the Rémy 'cause I love to drink (Yeah)
And I don't love to think (Yeah)
Feel like I'm finna puke (Up)
Can't do it on the mink, mink
Money on the way, what is the hold up, hold up?
I can't drive, still hit a donut
Nineteen, multi-millionaire
Ain't no lookin' back, all that broke shit dead

[Chorus]
Money on me, hunnid on me
Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene
I still put the G-Star on my jeans
She asked me if I love her, only in her dreams
Keep my stick on me, make you bleed
Would have never shot you if you let me be
Young Rich Nigga, that's a guarantee
I be with them killers like Jeffrey

[Verse 2]
I get drunk and act a fool
If you want a altercation, put you on the news
With the channel crew
They know I be makin' moves
W Gang, I can't never lose like your boyfriend
I can never be a fool like your boyfriend
He a bitch nigga, I went to school with your boyfriend
Real as hell, I can't front my move like your boyfriend
Next thing you know, she want me to be her boyfriend (Friend)

[Bridge]
That's how that shit go
She do coke, I gotta make it snow
Pull up with the pole like, "Who want smoke?"
L-O-L to the bank, richer than a joke

[Chorus]
Money on me, hunnid on me
Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene
I still put the G-Star on my jeans
She asked me if I love her, only in her dreams
Keep my stick on me, make you bleed
Would have never shot you if you let me be
Young Rich Nigga, that's a guarantee
I be with them killers like Jeffrey