Who the fuck you— Who the fuck you— Who the fuck you talking to? I tell you who I'm talking to A bitch who never felt like me Everything I do, it come in doubles So she made my drink a double And they double-take us every time we leave Benjamin franky on the hundred Benjamin goldey, got a ton ‘em Benjamins gotta stick with each other One get folded in my jeans The other get folder in her jеans It’s goldy Goldy, goldy, goldy, goldy Goldy, goldy, goldy (goldy) Goldy, goldy, goldy, goldy Goldy, goldy, goldy Goldy, goldy Goldy, goldy Goldy, goldy Goldy, goldy Daddy never put the dеvil in the details 'Cause he put it in my momma tummy (tummy) Everyone I meet I turn into a product of me (of me) Not a fan of change, 'cause that shit is pocket money All the curly haired massachusett Women with designer hoodies and attitudes Know they got at least one of ‘em from me At least one of 'em love me, at least three in denial Won't see me for awhile, but hate comes in a wave And they riding the wave They say I am the wave, so ain’t it funny? Deviled eggs in my momma tummy (tummy) No, it wasn’t breakfast, but I came out hella hungry (hungry) They ask how much I make (make, ha-ha) I don’t pillow talk (pillow talk), it's all pillow talk 'Cause every night I sleep on a bed of money I don’t rest well, I don’t ride the bench well Twenty-three hundred worth of fabric Just to be on the cat who hasn’t ever dressed well I don’t take offense well, but I got a tall fence Just so I can talk less, talk less Who the fuck you talking to? I tell you who I'm talking to A bitch who never felt like me Everything I do, it come in doubles So she made my drink a double And they double-take us every time we leave Benjamin franky on the hundred Benjamin goldey, got a ton ‘em Benjamins gotta stick with each other One get folded in my jeans The other get folder in her jeans It’s goldy Goldy, goldy, goldy, goldy Goldy, goldy, goldy (goldy) Goldy, goldy, goldy, goldy Goldy, goldy, goldy Goldy, goldy Goldy, goldy Goldy, goldy Goldy, goldy Mama never judge a book by its cover But she met the judge when I got booked (booked) Never woulda thought she raised me up to be a crook (crook) I know God had a sense of humor when I was born 'Cause I didn’t like sports But I still brought out the whole family to see me in court I had bb's for a toy, now it’s vv's on the ring She got dd's in the shirt, I want rr's on the whips (whips) Drink to celebrate, I might hit aa when I'm older I got ff on my shoulder, fendy jacket, got the receipt That I cc'd to my lawyer (lawyer) George Washington, my girls see me every quarter (quarter) Every few months 'cause I travel so much You don’t get bored much When you’re over every boarder I'm a mover, I don’t sit well I don’t play the bitch well Seven men who make sure that it’s safe in here Just to protect someone who handle drinks well Feeling like I'm chris bale, looking like I'm batman Black car, black card in my hand Black car, black— Black car, black— Who the f—, who the f— Black car, black— Who the fuck you— Black car, black— Who the fuck you— Who the fuck you talking to? I tell you who I'm talking to A bitch who never felt like me Everything I do, it come in doubles So she made my drink a double And they double-take us every time we leave Benjamin franky on the hundred Benjamin goldey, got a ton ‘em Benjamins gotta stick with each other One get folded in my jeans The other get folder in her jeans It’s goldy Goldy, goldy, goldy, goldy Goldy, goldy, goldy (goldy) Goldy, goldy, goldy, goldy Goldy, goldy, goldy (goldy) Goldy, goldy Goldy, goldy Goldy, goldy Goldy, goldy Goldy, goldy, goldy, goldy Goldy, goldy, goldy