30 Dollars

Phew, phew, phew
Gang
Phew, phew, phew
Gang
Stole his fucking lunch money
Bro did the dishes for that money bro (Mathias, haha)

Gotta blast, now I got 30 bucks
I'm in class
Use this money for lunch
All this cash
And a boy don't got none
Do the dash
Chopper I made that boy run
Talkin' all in the internet
When I see that boy, he don't do none of that
On the computer, that boy he love the chat
Choppa made that boy run, he was moving fast
Tower of Pisa, bitch I love to lean a lot
Out of my mental bitch, I love to dream a lot
Little bit money, you making it seem a lot
30 dollars in my pocket like "Oh my God"
Shut the fuck up, man you trippin' on God
It was 30 dollars, why the fuck is you hot?
He made all of that show money, mowing his lawn
Then he hit up my DM and oops it's gone

Little boy, don't you ever compare to me
"Thirty dollars" shut up bitch, you a fan of me
He made a TikTok, thought it was scarin' me
Shit doesn't faze me bitch, I enduringly

Gotta blast, now I got 30 bucks
I'm in class
Use this money for lunch
All this cash
And a boy don't got none
Do the dash
Chopper I made that boy run
Talkin' all in the internet
When I see that boy, he don't do none of that
On the computer, that boy he love the chat
Choppa made that boy run, he was moving fast
Tower of Pisa, bitch I love to lean a lot
Out of my mental bitch, I love to dream a lot
Little bit money, you making it seem a lot
30 dollars in my pocket like "Oh my God"
Shut the fuck up, man you trippin' on God
It was 30 dollars, why the fuck is you hot?
He made all of that show money, mowing his lawn
Then he hit up my DM and oops it's gone

Little boy, don't you ever compare to me
"Thirty dollars" shut up bitch, you a fan of me
He made a TikTok, thought it was scarin' me
Shit doesn't faze me bitch, I enduringly



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Writer(s): Mathias Tyner, Michael Barbaro
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