Family Affair lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yee]
(Reece, take 'em to church)
Yeah

[Chorus: Lil Yee]
It's a hot car, I can't do the dash in this b*tch
On a high speed, can't imagine crashin' this b*tch (No)
I'm a rockstar, I got all this cash on my wrist (Woah)
I'm takin' tabs on the trip, don't make me flash in this b*tch (Yeah, yeah)
I got Audemars for a broken heart, couldn't fix it
Imagine if I didn't take them chances and risk it
I'm outside livin' life, standin' on business
Let a fan be a fan, we'll stamp him and blitz it (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Lil Yee]
Got a baby bottle filled with Wock', grab a Sprite and twist it
I'm havin' mixed emotions, I'm stayin' out my feelings
And before it's all said and done, I'ma make a killin'
Money Man, it's a thousand bags, can you flip it?

[Verse 2: Money Man]
I'm tryna get these bags off, baby, I can't kick it
Should I drive this pack to the A? I'ma risk it
If I drop these pounds on you, have my money quickly
Lost a load, that sh*t hurt my stomach, it was sickenin'
Audemars, Pateks, and the prezi's, I be switchin'
Black out with the binary, you know this b*tch be glitchin'
Heard a n*gga took your sh*t and you ain't get no straightin'
I should work for J.P. Morgan, baby, I be bankin'
TRX a demon, though if not, I'm in a spaceship
We don't do no arms or leg shots, we gon' face sh*t
You can't hang around the kid unless you trap or take sh*t
n*ggas out here b*tchin' and complainin', that's some gay sh*t
[Chorus: Lil Yee]
It's a hot car, I can't do the dash in this b*tch
On a high speed, can't imagine crashin' this b*tch (No)
I'm a rockstar, I got all this cash on my wrist (Woah)
I'm takin' tabs on the trip, don't make me flash in this b*tch (Yeah, yeah)
I got Audemars for a broken heart, couldn't fix it
Imagine if I didn't take them chances and risk it
I'm outside livin' life, standin' on business
Let a fan be a fan, we'll stamp him and blitz it (Ayy)

[Verse 3: Lil Pete]
Uh, all this money in the world still won't fix it
My pain run deeper than a marathon, no endin'
These n*ggas sell they soul for a pint and a image
A triple cross always beat the devil, know the difference
You know we locked in
Money Man in the city, we brought chopsticks
n*ggas be runnin' out of luck, but this not this
Your life runnin' out of time, don't get boxed in, kept the block lit
Hardly forget what I forgive, n*gga, not again
Really the voice of the trenches, it's not pretend
Pockets be tapped, got the motion, they tappin' in
b*tches set the play, leave it to them, I'm they rapper friend

[Chorus: Lil Yee]
It's a hot car, I can't do the dash in this b*tch
On a high speed, can't imagine crashin' this b*tch
I'm a rockstar, I got all this cash on my wrist (Woah)
I'm takin' tabs on the trip, don't make me flash in this b*tch
I got Audemars for a broken heart, couldn't fix it
Imagine if I didn't take them chances and risk it
I'm outside livin' life, standin' on business
Let a fan be a fan, we'll stamp him and blitz it