Cheat Code lyrics

[Intro: Tay B & Baby Money]
(Coach me, Joey)
Yeah
(CardoGotWingz)
All facts, lil' n*gga, huh
Easy money (Joey)
Look, ayy

[Verse 1: Tay B]
Yeah, met the b*tch tonight, I can hit tonight
So many blues, got me feelin' like a Crip tonight
Used to be grade twenties, yeah, that's kryptonite
You in the club with no ice tryna pick a fight
We in that b*tch throwing ones like it's wedding rice
Send yo b*tch overnight, better pick a flight

[Verse 2: Baby Money]
Ayy, ayy, Tay, let me get the Benz, switch whips tonight
Red bottoms on the beach, we just livin' life
Rose gold or white gold, I can switch the ice
Glock 23 on me, I'm shootin' like Mike

[Verse 3: Tay B]
Yeah, huh, I'm off an eight, I'm feelin' like Kobe
Yeah, dub in my pocket, feelin' like Ginóbili
Other pocket, 'nother dub like this sh*t cloning
Yeah, work good, got the fiends foamin'
[Verse 4: Baby Money]
Yeah, ayy, you got that work? Lil' n*gga, show me
Skinny AP, it look like a Rollie
Twenty 'bows from AZ, I feel like an OG
Been in the club since thirteen, all the homies know me

[Verse 5: Tay B]
Yeah, man, slim thick b*tch, ass still pokin'
Yeah, lil' yellow b*tch lookin' like a trophy
Talkin' 'bout me to her friends like this b*tch know me
Won't comprehend if it ain't bands, n*gga, don't approach me
If you ain't come up with me, n*gga, don't bro me

[Verse 6: Baby Money]
The bag gone, lil' n*gga, the plug owe me
Whew, this double-R gave me the holy ghost
Got addicted to designer, damn near overdosed
Ridin' 'round with Dracos like we OVO
Fell in love with pesos, we got more to go

[Verse 7: Tay B]
Yeah, fell in love with blues like I'm JAY-Z
Huh, I don't step out if they don't pay me
When I'm talkin' 'bout that Benz, it's a 63
When they talkin' 'bout G.O.A.T.s, they gon' mention me
Yeah, suck my di*k while I sip this three
Huh, lil' n*gga, your 'fit my tee
Yeah, it's some real n*ggas that don't play 'bout me
When I was thirteen, I f*cked a b*tch on C'est La Vie
[Verse 8: Baby Money]
Ayy, I paid thirteen in Saint Laurent, it's not Y-3
Know some n*ggas ride with four-fours that die 'bout me
I know some n*ggas play with coco, they not Ice-T
Bro, stop steppin' on that work like that

[Verse 9: Tay B]
Huh, you know I do it right, I seen a lot of fiends OD
You know the feds, they'll charge you with each body
We hit the store, made ten off each ID
I ain't never thought we would be countin' this much money

[Verse 10: Baby Money]
Ayy, I wipe my ass with the twenties, b*tch, I p*ss hundreds
Told that b*tch kiss my di*k, I don't kiss runners
Amiri scarf around my head cost me six hundred
Know a n*gga can't stand it when his b*tch f*ckin'

[Outro: Baby Money & Tay B]
Ayy, them n*ggas talk work
We got work, lost work, we bought work
Huh, before I walked, I had to crawl first
Yeah, get y'all all murked
Huh, all facts, lil' n*gga
Easy money