BRING ME MY MONEY!

[Verse 1: Slayed]
Jay pulling up talking bout a new Benz
New friends
Two bitches in the back both 10s
You were never flyer bitch yeah your more pens
I just count M’s
All you count is change
And I’m never missing a shots bitch I got extended range
Just copped a watch might cop a couple chains
0-100 now they see us switching lanes
Smoking different strains
I don’t play games
I just take names
Spitting flames
Don't get mad, start hating my this track
Cause everytime you drop people calling you whack
Hand the blunt off like a qb to running back
Play this shit once then you know we run it back
Whole squad pulling up need more than a 20 pack
And we gone need a hole lot more than an 8th
Killed so many beats make a cristan lose faith
Killed so many beats I could call in a wraith

[Bridge]
Till they choke on it and buy 100,000 shares that's what I want you to do. You be ferocious, you be relentless, you be telephone fucking terrorists. Now lets mob this mother fucker overboard! Ahhhhh!

[Verse 2: Slayed]
Hit it twice, pass to T squaded
And if we hop on a track together you should be scared
We both G.O.A.T status no need to be compared
Only way i'm driving is if my vision impaired
Matter affect I don’t wanna see and all
To the point where I don’t know who to call
But I ain't trippin I ain't fall
Always been an oddball, outcast
So why am I first and you last
I'm too fast
Your flow is to slow
Pull out the choppa let it go
Put on some ice to let it snow
Shout out Sam but y’all don’t even know
Shout out Sam yeah he made us glow

[Verse : Jcvrls]

[Outro]
I’ve been a rich man, and I’ve been poor man. And I choose rich every fucking time
Cause as least as a rich man when I have to face my problems I show up in the back of a limo wearing a $2,000 suit and a $40,000 gold fucking watch