Make money in my sleep Gold diggers come in peace When they see that heat They think of me Then they See Ferrari Then they want some money I just Met you two Hundred Millie in the banks Everybody thinks I’m fake They are Wylin I look like Holland Santa Ballin Then I am fallin I don’t love the Dolphins I put them in the coffin Then Call me often Everybody’s kind of rotten Don’t Say I am forgotten I’m just Ballin Please stop calling Why Does everybody call me Holland Then I soften I have so much in common With Tom Holland