DRAM - WWYD? Lyrics

Ay, money gotta go
Money gotta go
Money gotta go
Money gotta go
Money gotta go

Ooh, if you gotta check in your name for a hundred thousand dollars
Honestly, what would you do? (What would you do?)
Ooh, what would you do?
Ooh, if you got that check in your name
Would you try to fix everyone's problems with dollars
'Cause, what's it to you?
What's it to you? (What's it to you?)

Now, I'mma start this off sayin' a hunnid racks (hunnid racks)
Doesn't mean you're rich, please know this as a fact (that's fact)
I wish there was somebody that had told me that (told me that)
And if they did, I'm sorry for opposing that (damn)
What would you do is what I'm asking since you know it all right? (Nah)
You sayin' save, but really wanna blow it all in four nights (damn)
You really wanna change, don't you? (Uh)
And a Rollie, vacation, first class, and the homies
Bitch on my moms you go broke like dad (like dad)
They only helped y'all to help smoke yo packs (that's fact)
Everybody eats if everybody works
I don't want you on the streets, but at least be on the curb
And they gon' say 'we' to include themselves
Go on all types of rants tryna to prove themselves
Put it on pause, stop that shit from goin' on
If they show you empty pockets, you gon' fight them niggas off

Ooh, if you gotta check in your name a hundred thousand dollars
Honestly, what would you do? (What would you do?)
Ooh, what would you do?
Ooh, if you got that check in your name would you try to fix everyone's problems with dollars
'Cause, what's it to you? (What's it to you?)
What's it to you? (Aye)

Now, let me tell you this lil' story 'bout mine ('bout mine)
Towards Summer '15, one month short of July (July)
I got me a check just short of 150 (150)
Or over 130 (what?)
Or one-thousand Benji's
Yeah, I threw my momma I think like twenty-five
Fuck them college loans, 'cause twenty-two isn't right
Twenty-five in Airbnb alone, that's no lie (damn)
But, I still had to provide
Plus, I had paid all my dealers best (dealer's best)
Who let me slide? 'Cause it be's like that (it be like that)
ATM knows where yo card, it turned off
When I had a job, I would not save at all
I was still driving on E, no gas (no gas)
Nothing but lint in my jeans, low cash
Hadn't seen a bank in like fifty-eleven years (seven)
Seven others front the stove, sharing one forty ounce here
Straight outta no cash, them boom, oh my
Sunshine my forecast right to my sky
I tried to make it flip, like old metal jam years
They know how it went, thank God I'm still rich

Ooh, if you gotta check in your name a hundred thousand dollars
Honestly, what would you do?