[Intro] Half raspy Half heart, whole bag Yeah (uh-huh) [Verse 1] I trust that safe Before I ever trust a soul Count that paper on the dresser That’s the only thing I hold Baby say she down forever Heard that sentence way too much Seen that switch inside they eyes Soon as pockets fillin' up I put my faith In them folded faces, rubber bands Talkin' crazy on the phone But she quiet round these bands You can lie right to my face But this money never cap Every time I do the math It be runnin' right back (yeah) [Chorus] I trust my money more than bitches, that’s a fact (that’s a fact) Hundred after hundred, they don’t stab me in the back (never that) Talkin' 'bout you loyal, show me where the numbers at If it ain’t deposit, I ain’t really hearin' that I trust my money more than bitches, that’s for real (that’s for real) Only thing that love me how I love it is a bill (is a bill) Heartbreak in her eyes, but my heart inside a stack I trust my money more than bitches, run it back (run it back) [Verse 2] Seen her fall in love With a chain, not the chest Soon the shine fade out She go ghost, that’s a test Money never switch tones Only change when it grow She keep sayin' that she different I done heard that before I done slept beside that shoebox Held it tighter than a wife If I choose between a text back Or deposit, that’s my type She say, "Why you never open?" I say, "Why you always lie?" I put trust inside these pockets You put trust inside your pride (yeah) [Chorus] I trust my money more than bitches, that’s a fact (that’s a fact) Hundred after hundred, they don’t stab me in the back (never that) Talkin' 'bout you loyal, show me where the numbers at If it ain’t deposit, I ain’t really hearin' that I trust my money more than bitches, that’s for real (that’s for real) Only thing that love me how I love it is a bill (is a bill) Heartbreak in her eyes, but my heart inside a stack I trust my money more than bitches, run it back (run it back)

rap, Gritty trap beat with swung hi-hats, sliding 808s, and eerie bell plucks. Male vocals: half-raspy Southern drawl, laid-back but menacing. Verses stay tight and conversational with ad-libs tucked in the gaps; hook widens with stacked doubles and a low-octave vocal shadow. Sub-heavy mix, clap smacks, and occasional chopped vocal stabs for texture., hip hop

Money Got Me First