GRWM Lyrics by G-Eazy
These hoes keep on callin’ me, baby
Where’s my money? *** you, pay me
Uh
I’m in London, off the grid
I got euros, I got quid
Poppin’ champagne at the Ritz
Eatin’ caviar and squid
Your BM in my DMs
I pass that like Jason Kidd
Look at this lil’ Oakland kid
Said I’d do it, and I did (Did)
Check my wrist, it’s flex o’clock
Rollie, Hublot, Patek talk
It’s not a list, it’s not a stock
Sold out shows, I’m in your city
And the lines around the block
That’s a girl the other night she hawk tuah on my
You know what
Come to the Bay, type one need
Truth be told, I’m really that guy
It’s not somethin’ I pretended to be
Send me the pics, I’m ready to see
I like the assess preferably
Mornin’ *** then I get dressed
Now she tryna get ready with me
These hoes keep on callin’ me, baby
Where’s my money? *** you, pay me
These hoes keep on callin’ me, baby
Where’s my money? *** you, pay me
Uh
Dot my I’s and cross my T’s
And stay on my P’s and Q’s
Stand on business, pick a side
Ain’t no choice, she free to choose
Just don’t be surprise that I get more P’s than you
You puttin’ on a show, it won’t be no season two, yeah
I’m rich, I’m rich, I’m rich
Last time I heard, you a *** on *** on ***
So don’t you ever diss ’cause if *** ever go down
You gon’ make some people ’round, mm, you get the gist
Capiché, keep the peace
Some things you can’t teach
Thought I told you E’s a beast
Now worth eighteen mil at least
Fly from Paris out to Nice
Postin’ [?] then to Greeze
Pulled up in the LaFerrari
This a pink slip, not a lease, uh
These hoes keep on callin’ me, baby (Nah)
Where’s my money? *** you, pay me (Uh, uh)
These hoes keep on callin’ me, baby (Nah)
Where’s my money? *** you, pay me (Sorry)
Where’s my money?
*** you, pay me