[ Featuring Draeco ]
Yeah
Aye, Draeco you got one more?
(Yeah)
Can you believe it?
We finally made it right outta the town that we grew up in, yea it was decent
I'm curious how niggas look at me now that I'm out of my own, is you peepin'
I try to keep up with my socials, but niggas police
Book a flight out the country, cause my money up so let's go take a trip to Belize
I'm moving swift, not like Taylor, like my nigga Speed
We move like the mob, yeah we deep
See us up top, I'm the king
Look down on the hill, I feel like it's starts to get steep
Kinda like the weight on my shoulders, I don't have to carry, I drop it down to my feet
So I can pick you up, I won't leave you on your own, I promise you stickin' with me
But if you ain't tryna come with a nigga, I'll go head and leave
Promise to keep it a buck with me, you see headlights and I'm pickin' up speed
So get off the side of the
So get off the side of your homies who tell you that I'm not the one
For you get wiped down, rolled up right in some paper, your memory smoked in a blunt
Damn
Memories smoked in a blunt
Last night was a movie, but I didn't think to go remember it once
Shout out the Runtz
Helps ease the pain when I think about what this shit was
Help please the main, when she tweaking bout all that she want
(Facts)
Take a peek
You see this life so easy
Pour my drink
Sip purp and take it to heezy
I get on this bitch and I beat on it, call me C. Breezy
It's easy to remember forgettin' all of mine and your favorite memories
Walkin' em down in some Yeezy's
Never forgettin' my piece
It stay round my neck to show these pussies that Jesus be f*ckin' with me
Counting my cheese
Then settin' traps for these rat ass bitches, only know about that work on they knees
(Right)
My nigga Draeco be cursing these verses, that nigga a demon
You go where they go, cause hurtin' your purses must've felt like you lost the bread that you earnin'
I feel like I'm at the head of the class, just teaching retarded bitches shit they won't think about after we finish learnin'
How to stop beggin' niggas like me to come pleasure your yearning
With all of this bread that I'm earning
And then later forgettin'
Mind cooked like a barbecue, cause you know that imma always be gettin' some chicken
Shoulda protected your misses
Money Team, we never missing
Called checkmate and you kept movin', man that's a bad lil decision
Proceeding with part two
Ain't sliding with shit but my blick and a cart, too
Still keep it discreet
All these broke motherf*ckers be ready to chief
Somewhere in a dark room, prolly writing a hit while I'm talking to God, too
I'm ready to preach to anybody that ain't ready to believe that
We is the best
Money Team ready since Odell and Steph
She calling me Cheddy, I broke down a check
She Hot n' Ready like some lil Caesar's
Finna pop an eddy, tweak mid-please her
Hold the pot steady, right above the heater
Drop top Chevy, it's a two-seater
Why she top heavy, like a new liter
Damn
Shit
God damn, let me wrap this shit up
Money Team
