Money Cash Clothes
(专辑: DRILLMATIC Heart vs. Mind - 2022)
-self Ayy, Swizz, let me talk to 'em It's game time, what the
AP said Shoutout to every bad bitch that gave me head Fuck you to every nigga that pray me dead I'm alive, you gotta deal with me, JAY-Z dreads Drop the
top, let the
A/C spread Tell every rapper 'cept him and Nas to come and break me bread My morale cannot be stepped on I'm the
real middle child, niggas get smoked like all the
roaches I
done slept on Don't get me started Who am I? I
am the
big homie to Lil Wayne Carter They tryna throw the
book at Blood, but I'm the
author I
can still say Nine-Trey and my bandana stretch farther Than New York, it's like I'm walking on water How I
end up in Heathrow with the
Draco inside of my joggers? 'Til I'm back on the
West side with my gun Living in Conway, Butchering Swizz Beatz and beef is always the
entrée Sup, André? Far as the
rest of you niggas, slide on you, mask on, nigga, I'm Ye Yeah, style on you bitches Flying birds before OVO put the
owl on the
stitches I
been in the
mix DeLeon with the
FN on, it's hit or miss They saying, "Rest in peace," 'cause I
let it rip I
used to rock it ASAP when I
flick the
wrist Now this nigga A$AP Rocky hopping in the
whip Uh, yeah (A$AP nigga) Nigga, Harlem World to the
west coast, nigga You know how fly niggas collide (Zombie on the
track) Uh Coupe De Ville money (What?), hooper deal money (What?) New face hundreds, honey, we don't peel twenties (What?) Blueface, my boo cakes'll probably steal from me (Come on) In a
new place, but got dudes that shoot and kill for me (Yeah) They look and stare funny (Yeah), but them hookers still love me (Yeah) Do it for the
shooters 'cause the
shooters feel for me (Ah) I
do it for the
bitches, make 'em boost and steal for me (Yeah) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes The
year goons with the
earn up In your coupe doing burnouts (Skrt) Make your boo wear the
perm out (Oooh) Pretty nigga that you heard 'bout (Ooh) Ya heard? I
heard a
word around the
curb I
took your bird out (Yeah) She be with bad hoes, I
just fuck to get the
word out (Ooh) Special announcement (Uh) New Loewe on the
way, can you pronounce it? (Bitch) You got the
clothes they give away, I'm in my house with (Bitch) I'm with your housewife, trying on my outfits, taking off her blouses More money, more cash, more clothes (What?) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (Come on) More money, more cash, more clothes (Come on) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (Come on) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (What?) More money, more cash, more clothes (Come on) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (What? Let's go) More money, more cash, more clothes (Come on) Rocky, you got Riri, let me have them now Balenciaga bomber coat, I
take hand me downs 'Specially if it's from A$AP Harlem World, Mase back Hit 'em with the
Diddy, Glock 9, tell 'em take that He always keep the
clips on him Marble floor, tip-toeing AP got the
crib glowing Yeah, now she naked in the
Rick Owens I'm running round the
mansion with the
blick showing Calvin Klein briefs with my dick showing All black Prada bucket and I
got a
chrome heart Virgil died, not an inch of Louis, now we Goyard Go hard, Avirex leather with the
Numi logo Horse in the
carriage, sticks on us, coming through 'em Polo Hundred in the
black whip, hundred in the
tail fin Rapper Dan, Gucci'd down when I
was on welfare Yeezy sliding across the
stage, the
Grammy award goes Anything is possible, Drake got cornrows More money, more cash, more clothes (What?) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (Come on) More money, more cash, more clothes (Come on) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (Come on) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (What?) More money, more cash, more clothes (Come on) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (What?) More money, more cash, more clothes (Come on) Yeah, my insulation cost a
Maybach Yeah, and your intuition costs like eight racks Yeah, and my intuition got me laid back Uh, fuck your intermission, bitch, it's A$AP Nigga word to Game's butterfly face tat, where he got L.A. at Send a
couple bloody guys to slide where you lay at So hide where you stay at, reside where you pray at You scared, go to church This ain't a
purse, it's a
murse, nigga Nah, son, this ain't a
Maybach (Yeah), this a
hearse, nigga Tell her that the
Birkin ain't a
gift, it's a
curse, nigga Hit 'em where it hurt, pull up right where your fam lay My alibi? I
was with A$AP on Yams Day Power homecoming when the
Draco let the
band play Gold inside a
Lamb' chop, dip the
Killa Cam way Free Gunna, free Thug, that's all I
can say They tryna hit a
nigga with the
RICO off a
handshake More money, more cash, more clothes (What?) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (Come on) More money, more cash, more clothes (Come on) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (Come on) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (What?) More money, more cash, more clothes (Come on) Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes (What?) More money, more cash, more clothes (Come on)