The Meaning lyrics

[Intro: FKi 1st]
All this green, looking at my wrist
Like what the f*ck you really mean
All this money n*gga, all this green
Looking at my wrist like what the f*ck you really mean
All this money n*gga, all this green
Looking at my wrist like what the f*ck you really mean
I got a couple b*tches, do they really love me?
Looking at my neck like what the f*ck it really mean
All this money, n*gga, all this green
Living that life like a f*cking movie screen
I got a couple b*tches, do they really love me?
Looking at my neck like what the f*ck it really mean

[Verse 1: FKi 1st]
My momma just called, she said, "Where the f*ck you been?"
I said, "I ain't coming home 'til I get her a Benz"
She said, "What happened to whats-her-name?"
That ho ain't my friend
They be cool with you one day but they just f*cking pretending
This is the beginning, never know no ending (no, no)
We ain't imitations, what the f*ck is our ceiling?
I need my circle
Don't need the dependant (no, no)
Need to learn to read and not no f*cking sense
If you talking money, then I might show off my penmanship
I can't even flex on Instagram 'cause y'all n*ggas love to steal my sh*t
But I ain't even worried, this is one of one, it's limited
Remember when you see this sh*t, yeah, 1st, he did this sh*t
[Chorus: FKi 1st]
All this money n*gga, all this green
Looking at my wrist like what the f*ck you really mean
I got a couple b*tches, do they really love me?
Looking at my neck like what the f*ck it really mean
All this money n*gga, all this green
Living that life like a f*cking movie screen
I got a couple b*tches, do they really love me?
Looking at my neck like what the f*ck it really mean (yeah)

[Verse 2: Post Malone]
Running through the city and I got my whole team
Cup is overflowing, spilled some Faygo on my seat
Bathing Ape tee, I got Balmain on my jeans
Starting once again, don't know what the f*ck it means
I don't give a f*ck about no b*tch, no (ayy)
I ain't ever done, I'm getting rich, ho
All I'm trying to do is stack that guala and make my mami proud
Smoking hundred dollar papers with my woe
Oh yeah
I sit on top of gold 4s, I don't need a chauffeur
Talking sh*t, what do you got to f*cking show for? (hey)
You know I'm the one they book the show for
30 bands up front

[Chorus: FKi 1st]
All this money n*gga, all this green
Looking at my wrist like what the f*ck you really mean
I got a couple b*tches, do they really love me?
Looking at my neck like what the f*ck it really mean
All this money n*gga, all this green
Living that life like a f*cking movie screen
I got a couple b*tches, do they really love me?
Looking at my neck like what the f*ck it really mean