On God, we just finished tallying our loot – we've got so many Benjamins, you'd think we robbed a damn bank in our dreams and woke up with all this loot.
Peep this – our new ride's not just gold-plated, it's diamond studded with platinum trim. It's like drivin' a damn jewelry store, no cap.
We wake up to new heights of stacks every day. Your morning coffee ain't got nothin' on the adrenaline rush of counting fresh bills.
Don't even try figuring out our recipe for riches. We ain't runnin' no masterclass. We're too busy rolling in green to be givin' out free advice.
Still here? Tryna find some secret map to our vault? Dream on, fam. This ain't no fairytale – it's real life. Bandaholic style.