[Chorus: Johnny Cinco]
In that Phantom, they like, "Who that?"
I done took a flight to London and I flew back
They say they gon' rob him, where they do that?
Tell you I got money, but you knew that
I see you, Pablo got that heat
Grinding through the weeks, sleeping
I be in that Phantom, they like, "Who that?"
I would tell you I got money, tell you I got money

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Hundred pound bales, I'm lifting weights
Kush touched down back-to-back, call it two-a-day
I walk around with big nuts, hundred rounds on the K
I'm good in the hood anyway, a-weema-weh
I just beat another case and bought a Faygo cream case
I've been drinking so much lean, shit done took my dreams away
Dabber jackers eat it up, nigga, tell me how it taste
Customize the 760, tell them, "Make it cement gray"
Bust up the bricks, I'm the sensei
Remix a nigga like I'm two-faced
Hundred thousand in the Louis suitcase
Snipers on the roof, they shoot for your face
Pull up in the Phantom, I'm still serving J's
MONY POWR RSPT like I'm Scarface
Two garages, but it still ain't no car space
Pablo and Poppi in V12
And I'm in the Aston Martin and they was speed racing

[Chorus: Johnny Cinco]
In that Phantom, they like, "Who that?"
I done took a flight to London and I flew back
They say they gon' rob him, where they do that?
Tell you I got money, but you knew that
I see you, Pablo got that heat
Grinding through the weeks, sleeping
I be in that Phantom, they like, "Who that?"
I would tell you I got money, tell you I got money

[Verse 2: Johnny Cinco]
Tell you I got money, tell you 'bout these hundreds
Passes out the country, blue Mazda, I'm stunting
New Mazda 200, bitch, I'm coming for the shit
You drop hundreds on that bitch, I drop nothing but the dick
Sensei, yeah, I'm steady pouring in the bitch
She suck me to sleep and now I'm snoring in the bitch
It got me snoring in the bitch, I get to that money
I thumb through the hundreds, money counting money
Know a few niggas that hate to see me with the money
Pablo and Poppi is too consistent, we keep it coming
Run up my money, run up my riches, bitches on bitches
Lord is my witness, still sacrilegious

[Chorus: Johnny Cinco]
In that Phantom, they like, "Who that?"
I done took a flight to London and I flew back
They say they gon' rob him, where they do that?
Tell you I got money, but you knew that
I see you, Pablo got that heat
Grinding through the weeks, sleeping
I be in that Phantom, they like, "Who that?"
I would tell you I got money, tell you I got money