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[Intro: DaeMoney]
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: DaeMoney]
Money counter jammin', dirty Fantas, fifties, rubber band 'em
Started off with plastic, I was state-to-state before I traveled
I played the bench for certain n*ggas, now you see me, I overlap 'em
Move the spot, this b*tch hot, that's what you get for over-trappin'
You play with one of mines, that's the type of sh*t earn you a casket
One second left, pass me the ball, Slae made the basket
I'm turnin' up my status, n*ggas worried 'bout turnin' up they savage
All my b*tches crazy, givе 'em Perc' di*k and I over-slam 'еm
I've been in this sh*t, could count a twenty with a blindfold
I start my day with Lam' truck and end that b*tch off with a Rolls
I don't believe in none of these n*ggas, I seen n*ggas fold
You can say a lot about Slae, but never say he bold
Ask about the Wavy Daisy Tour, they gon' say we on
Ayy, the Tech fresh out the pharm', that sh*t good as gold

[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
My crib smell like the lobby, ask your nose what's the fragrance? (I don't know)
She done dropped location, but I ain't make it to her, I was faded (Smacked)
Step out for a minute, real n*gga conversations (Ayy, step out for a minute)
Gotta watch what I be sayin', copyin' my lingo (For real)
Deep end searches, I ain't lookin' for no Nemo (f*ck no)
Last time I cried was when my mama went through chemo (Yeah)
Cloudy-ass chain, tuck it in, but I ain't Deebo (Mmm-mmm)
Quick to take a ho, 'cause n*ggas petty, I'm the repo (I'm turnt)
You can't tell me anythin', I'm stickin' to the G code
Bro gotta be a demon, he run to it when he see smoke