GRWM

Lyrics by：Gerald Gillum

Composed by：Gerald Gillum

These h*es 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 prefеrably

Mornin' *** then I get drеssed

Now she tryna get ready with me

These h*es keep on callin' me baby

Where's my money?

**** you pay me

These h*es 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 h*es keep on callin' me baby

Nah

Where's my money?

**** you pay me

Uh uh

These h*es keep on callin' me baby

Nah

Where's my money?

**** you pay me

Sorry

Where's my money?

**** you pay me