Difference lyrics

[Verse 1: YN Jay]
Roley to an A.P., it's a price difference
Pouring woky in a pop, makes the sprite different
[?] VVS, it's an ice difference
You got a blade to a pole, it's a knife difference
If I stack my money to the top, it's a hight difference
First class to a private jet, it's a flight difference
My goose to a [?], it's a bite difference
Beat your ass, now you on [?] you with some [?]
Everybody born, get to live, but my life differеnt
[?] before they gеt to shooting, [?] did it
I can't tell you what I go through, because that's my business
They got bro locked up in the cell, he doing life in it
b*tch, I pop bottles in the club, I don't drink liquor
b*tch drunk as hell [?], that's cheap liquor
b*tch pus*y like a studio, I make that beat in her
b*tch pus*y like a stash spot, I put that heat in her
It's a difference, a difference
It's a difference, a difference
It's a difference, a difference, a difference
It's a difference, a difference
It's a, it's a difference
It's a difference, a difference
It's a difference, a difference
A difference, a difference
A difference, a difference
[Verse 2: Tay B]
I never rocked [?] 41's, it's [?]
I rock [?] not no purple jeans, they just fit different
I don't know who di*k you out here sucking, I don't kiss b*tches
Everytime a b*tch [?] me wrong, I'ma switch b*tches
If you can hit her once, sh*t, I'm with it
If you can hit it twice, big difference
I love bad b*tches, I ain't tripping, I'll spend it
If you ain't talking 'bout no money, I ain't showing interest
I came for some shoes, I spent [?]
If that pus*y pretty and it's clean, I might kiss it
Don't try to come back di*k sucking, oh na, I don't wanna kick it
The youngest turnt n*gga out my hood, and the richest
A n*gga playing, then he missing, he missing
These n*ggas hating, but I'm f*cking they b*tches
No misses, my mistress
Never cross my dawg, you would've thought I wasn't religious
It's at least ten n*ggas out my crew with seven figures
Spend what I want, I do not have no limit
I know I'm the sh*t, I ain't never been timid
My shooters like [?] they pull up, get to spitting
He was talking that [?] sh*t, how the f*ck he end up Cripping?
I ain't really gotta do too much, I can hit the b*tch with no issue
All facts

[Verse 3: Kash Doll]
Bussing out [?] jeans, 'cause they tight fitted
Kash in all Birkin bags, sh*t, I like this one
Your tab in the club light, you don't like spending?
Bring 30 bottles, make sure all the [?] in them
Look, my neck and wrist flooded, take a pic of it
You call everybody brother, you di*k sucking
I keep caufing up money, I'm sick of it
But I'm so rich, that I'ma look like I ain't spent nothing
You pillow talking, I got cushion on my ears
Can't leave them anywhere, 200 hundred for a pare
You just [?] back then you was a square
Boy, I been touching money, since [?] was the mayor
Facts