[Babyface Ray] (Yeah) Yeah (Like one of them old school motherfuckers, man, gettin' money right now) Nigga, Spaz ain't been home ninety days, man Nigga already plat' (Already, young nigga, can't tell us nothin') Shit just different, you know what I'm sayin'? (Fuck 'em, know we gon' get it done) Yeah
[Babyface Ray] Look what the streets did to my mans (Look), real nigga, he ain't play the sport, got football numbers Bad bitch, used to turn it up, now she duckin' calls from him (Oh yeah) I think Soda came to me last night and told me "Ball on 'em" Nothin'-ass bitch, still order ones and let 'em fall on her I just got a plug, but now I rap, I put my dog on it Niggas on the 'Gram with the work, game waterеd down (Wow) Trap popped up with some Trues, lеt me call around (H-Town) They say the streets dry (For real) Ain't nobody got no money, got me askin' why (It's fucked up) Back against the wall, standin' tall, I bet I'm blastin' out Jeweler say it's done, I'm like "Okay," like Kidd, I'm cashin' out (I'm on my way) Yeah, how you gettin' money? I can't see that shit, dog Why you claimin' her like you don't see this bitch flawed? (Why?) In the back, reclinin', I got TVs in the car (For real) Gettin' money easy, went three G on 'em, boy (You know what I'm sayin', we get money on these niggas,dog) Yeah, gettin' money easy, went three G on 'em, boy (Know what I'm sayin', keep niggas motivated, rest in peace my nigga Crumbs, man) Yeah, gettin' money easy, went three G on 'em, boy From rag to riches, fuck the baddest, nigga, pass them bitches (For real) Had the bag, you finished, sad to hear it, had to laugh at niggas No more sneak-dissin', I should tag you niggas Mashin' through the trenches Clear your tab, my nigga (Broke-ass nigga) Hope you know, when it go, she gone Wipe your ass, my nigga, it get deep, listen to me Hear snakes hissin' for me Told my boy legit, he like "How?" All he know is hustle Bodyguards make me feel funny, F&N the muscle Brodie, he been fightin' with the work, in there jumpin' on it Mama, she been prayin' for me hard, say I'm up to somethin' (For real) Lil' cuz, he broke, it broke my heart because he come from money Niggas hatin', frontin' on your dog like this shit luck or somethin' (For real) Boy, I know you love her with your heart, but that bitch love the youngin Young OG, young OG Presidentials on my bitch now, I got one for me (And my bitch, nigga) Mob boss, when you see the gang, tell me what you see (Mob) Take the lean, experiment with it 'til that fucker pink You would have the world if it was up to me Boy, it's a world, shoutout Tennessee (Boy, it's a world) Trophies in the sky, you an MVP Mix a four of Pai with the MGP (Flygod)
[Westside Gunn] Ayo, I'm still old school, whack a nigga for his buffs (Ah) Paid sixty-two hundred for the Dunks Gucci North Face with the mountains at the pump (Ah) Pull it out on you, who you be? Where you from? (Fuck) Outside [?][2:27], me and Bump Rose Dweller, everything had a drum (Brr) Back to back 580 parked in front of Eddie V's Spray-painted dog on the Givenchy Denim Tears, still droppin' tears But Auntie Chelle, she should be here I wish she could see my foyer and my chandelier Went home, took a nap, came back, the fiend was still there (Still there) Glock with the switch (Brr), pops gettin' hit Presidential suite at the Ritz, Ricks up to shin (Ah) Margiela trenchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
