La La La

[Intro]
Hey, where's Rolo?
Yeah (What, what?)
Yeah, yeah (What, what?)
Gang, gang (What?)
Ayy, ayy (What? Moneychas' going crazy)

[Verse 1: moneychasin.daii, moneychasin.daii & Rihanna]
Yeah, I'm popping a Perc' and that shit had me slow
That-that nigga day finna blow
Only care 'bout my racks, give a fuck about hoes (Yeah)
My money, that shit never fold
On an opp block, niggas, they will never know
And he 5'4", stand on his tippity-toes
Too much heat, nigga, get up and turn off the stove
Got a clip in my pants and you know that shit grow
Choppa singing like, "La, la, la, la"
In the stu', niggas know I be scheming
I stack up my money 'til I think I'm dreaming
Osama Bin Laden, blow up and I'm leaving
I'm smoking that gas and that shit had me tweaking
You know that I keep a lil' Glock and a beam
I'm finna get up my bread and split it with my team
And that bitch wanna fuck, but I know that she green
And then, shе said, "La, la, la, la" 'cause she don't give a fuck
And I feel likе Milwaukee, I'm getting my bucks
And he said he want beef, he want smoke, then it's up
And these niggas is bitches, I pray for the pups
Glock go bah-bah-bah, it's gon tell you what's up
He got no chance, nigga, he ran out of luck
Nigga said he was Curry, I do him like Russ

[Interlude: moneychasin.daii]
Damn, bruh, that shit so crazy
I hit a million in less than a year like, that's crazy, bruh
That's like, really crazy (Ayy, ayy, ayy, what?)

[Verse 2: Cosznmo]
Grrah, choppa gon' sing like it's— (Uh)
Choppa gon' sing like it's RiRi
Bro got a knocker, we aim at his figgy
Shorty gon' top and she soaking like Fiji (Uh)
Yeah, bullets, they 3D
Nintendo extendo, I'm not talking DS (Uh, yeah)
Stop, let's just cut all the BS
I keep a stick, yeah, I keep an umbrella
Choppa on anti, sing like it's 'ella
I put the work in like I'm Carmelo (Uh)
And that feature the Drac' too
Pass me the clip and I ball like I'm Blake, too (Yeah)
Ball like I'm Westbrook
Just like a pirate, get hit with a left hook
He get put on the news, he get put in the next book
Ball like I'm 'Melo, that choppa go, "La, la"
I shoot at his top, at his māthā
Dunk on that boy, NBA, like I'm jamming
Left him no choice like he boss, like he Cam'ron (Damn)
Oh, that's your girl? Hey, Jessie
Pull up, I told her I'm single like
I been in the field like I'm PSG Messi (La, la, la, la)
No Faygo, this choppa sing melodies
Feel like I'm Boogie, I stay with a melody
2K on his head like the opps started selling me
2K on his head, when I shoot, know I'm greening (Uh)
Off the Wock', ah, the trench got me leaning
Got me fading, I feel like I'm Kobe (Uh)
COC, yeah, I swear, they gon' know me (Round two, fight)

[Verse 3: moneychasin.daii]
Been off the grid for that one, now I'm back (What?)
I feel like a titan, attack
In my jet, nigga, I take flight, react (What?)
Before you get hit with this MAC
Nigga, you know that we sliding
Off the Perky, you know I be wilding
In the coupe and it's going with mileage
Finna pray for the opps with some silence