Released: October 31, 2020
Featuring: Desiigner
Songwriter: CHASETHEMONEY Desiigner
Producer: CHASETHEMONEY
Part I: Broads
[Intro: Desiigner]
Ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Desiigner]
We just made a lot today
Got more cash to put inside my safe
We just made a hundred thousand
Got more broads to put inside my wraith
We iced, got the coolest on us (ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney)
And we gettin' money, we got the Rugers on us
We iced, got the coolest on us
And we get the money, we got the Rugers on us
[Post-Chorus: Desiigner]
Gotta get that money (Get that money), long
I don't trust no ho (I don't trust no slut), no soul
Go slatt then blat, suicide doors
We goin' to the top, that's what the grind for
[Verse: Desiigner]
We just made a lot today
Got more cash I put inside my safe
(We just go in the bathroom
She can just throw it up in my face)
My Bentley truck got leg room
She can just throw it back any place
(That .45 knock your face off
So when the feds come, don't leave a trace)
We be gettin' that money and they can't leave me alone
(I throw shots are your [?] and I throw shots at your [?])
Quit playin' with me, we get money all day long
(We get dripped up, give a bad bitch VVS stones)
[Chorus: Desiigner]
We just made a lot today
Got more cash to put inside my safe
We just made a hundred thousand
Got more broads to put inside my wraith
We iced, got the coolest on us
And we gettin' money, we got the Rugers on us
We iced, got the coolest on us
And we get the money, we got the Rugers on us
[Post-Chorus: Desiigner]
Gotta get that money (Get that money), long
I don't trust no ho (I don't trust no slut), no soul
Go slatt then blat, suicide doors
We goin' to the top, that's what the grind for
Part II: Wet
[Chorus: Desiigner]
Niggas hot like the summer
Make her wet, get her wetter
Count the blues, get them hundreds
And we spent hundred thousand
Take your broad to the islands
I'm Desiigner, got no stylist
In the DMs, we be wylin'
I'm so fly, I'm the pilot
[Verse 1: Desiigner]
Stack my bread and I pilot
Niggas hate so I got it
I will cock it, I will pop it
Any nigga tryna stop it
Got the Rari, Ayo, Gotti
Get my kilos from the papi
And your broad call me papi
Give me sloppy, give me toppy
I was broke, now I got it
Got a chain, got a watch
A six-car parking lot
Got them broads on my Yacht
Got them drugs on my block
The traphouse, it won't stop
For Kobe, get that guap
Make her booty, make it drop
[Chorus: Desiigner]
Niggas hot like the summer
Make her wet, get her wetter
Count the blues, get them hundreds
And we spent hundred thousand
Take your broad to the islands
I'm Desiigner, got no stylist
In the DMs, we be wylin'
I'm so fly, I'm the pilot
[Verse 2: Desiigner]
Baby rich, baby violent
Niggas wylin' 'cause we stylin'
Icy wrist, forty G
Gettin' bottles from Jay-Z
Got them broads, they lowkey
Keep them guns, play with me
She a baddie with a beam
And she want a real nigga on her team
Swear to God, wanna fuck it
Got the fatty, got the bubble
Bend it over, put it in
Then you scream that I love you
She like Percies 'cause they edible
Pop the Molly, feel incredible
Smokin' gas, that's that medical
See an opp, she get critical
[Chorus: Desiigner]
Niggas hot like the summer
Make her wet, get her wetter
Count the blues, get them hundreds
And we spent hundred thousand
Take your broad to the islands
I'm Desiigner, got no stylist
In the DMs, we be wylin'
I'm so fly, I'm the pilot
[Intro: Desiigner]
Ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Desiigner]
We just made a lot today
Got more cash to put inside my safe
We just made a hundred thousand
Got more broads to put inside my wraith
We iced, got the coolest on us (ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney)
And we gettin' money, we got the Rugers on us
We iced, got the coolest on us
And we get the money, we got the Rugers on us
[Post-Chorus: Desiigner]
Gotta get that money (Get that money), long
I don't trust no ho (I don't trust no slut), no soul
Go slatt then blat, suicide doors
We goin' to the top, that's what the grind for
[Verse: Desiigner]
We just made a lot today
Got more cash I put inside my safe
(We just go in the bathroom
She can just throw it up in my face)
My Bentley truck got leg room
She can just throw it back any place
(That .45 knock your face off
So when the feds come, don't leave a trace)
We be gettin' that money and they can't leave me alone
(I throw shots are your [?] and I throw shots at your [?])
Quit playin' with me, we get money all day long
(We get dripped up, give a bad bitch VVS stones)
[Chorus: Desiigner]
We just made a lot today
Got more cash to put inside my safe
We just made a hundred thousand
Got more broads to put inside my wraith
We iced, got the coolest on us
And we gettin' money, we got the Rugers on us
We iced, got the coolest on us
And we get the money, we got the Rugers on us
[Post-Chorus: Desiigner]
Gotta get that money (Get that money), long
I don't trust no ho (I don't trust no slut), no soul
Go slatt then blat, suicide doors
We goin' to the top, that's what the grind for
Part II: Wet
[Chorus: Desiigner]
Niggas hot like the summer
Make her wet, get her wetter
Count the blues, get them hundreds
And we spent hundred thousand
Take your broad to the islands
I'm Desiigner, got no stylist
In the DMs, we be wylin'
I'm so fly, I'm the pilot
[Verse 1: Desiigner]
Stack my bread and I pilot
Niggas hate so I got it
I will cock it, I will pop it
Any nigga tryna stop it
Got the Rari, Ayo, Gotti
Get my kilos from the papi
And your broad call me papi
Give me sloppy, give me toppy
I was broke, now I got it
Got a chain, got a watch
A six-car parking lot
Got them broads on my Yacht
Got them drugs on my block
The traphouse, it won't stop
For Kobe, get that guap
Make her booty, make it drop
[Chorus: Desiigner]
Niggas hot like the summer
Make her wet, get her wetter
Count the blues, get them hundreds
And we spent hundred thousand
Take your broad to the islands
I'm Desiigner, got no stylist
In the DMs, we be wylin'
I'm so fly, I'm the pilot
[Verse 2: Desiigner]
Baby rich, baby violent
Niggas wylin' 'cause we stylin'
Icy wrist, forty G
Gettin' bottles from Jay-Z
Got them broads, they lowkey
Keep them guns, play with me
She a baddie with a beam
And she want a real nigga on her team
Swear to God, wanna fuck it
Got the fatty, got the bubble
Bend it over, put it in
Then you scream that I love you
She like Percies 'cause they edible
Pop the Molly, feel incredible
Smokin' gas, that's that medical
See an opp, she get critical
[Chorus: Desiigner]
Niggas hot like the summer
Make her wet, get her wetter
Count the blues, get them hundreds
And we spent hundred thousand
Take your broad to the islands
I'm Desiigner, got no stylist
In the DMs, we be wylin'
I'm so fly, I'm the pilot