[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
[Chorus: Lil Egorr]
Bitch I pull up with a .44
50 bands that's a money show
My bad bitch she be chasing
Nascar, yeah bitch I be racing
Race, race, Nascar bitch
Race, race, get popped bitch
Race, race, Nascar bitch
Race, race, get popped bitch
[Verse 1: MATXEUS]
Race, Race
I’m on top, bitch
Race, Race
Never drop, bitch
Never stop, never closing up the shop
Nah nah
Rari so fast, like I’m in a Lamb, RaRa
And I pull up, wanna fight, we square up
Woah
And I pop shit, yeah we pop shit
Ya ya
You with the opps bitch, you get shot quick
Ya ya
You a chopstick, you gon flop quick
Ya ya
I can put hundreds on hundreds and you’ll never let it go
You act like Carti, you back on your ratchеt shit
You don’t rock diamonds, you never met Elianttе
You cannot tell me someone I’m not better than
If you keep talking then I’m gon be runnin’ in
I cannot fuck up the deal
Better get real
You know that I always had that appeal
Bitch I pull up with .54
I got bands, make that money show
Stack my money, make it stand tall
Like I’m Uzi, heard the news he
Got fucked up and he keep losing
I find that shit so amusing
And I know he gonna lose her
Then he’ll go and start abusing
You cannot tell me that I am not cruising
All of these hoes, yeah they be at my choosing
All of your songs, yeah they make me go snoozing
Somehow you still find this shit so confusing
I do not know how you still are refusing, yeah
Bitch I pull up with a .44, and I got more
[Chorus: Lil Egorr, MATXEUS, Lil Egorr & MATXEUS]
Bitch I pull up with a .44 (.44!)
50 bands that's a money show (Gang Gang)
My bad bitch she be chasing (Chasing)
Nascar, yeah bitch I be racing (Racing)
Race, race, Nascar bitch
Race, race, get popped bitch
Race, race, Nascar bitch
Race, race, get popped bitch
[Verse 2: Lil Egorr]
I switch my hoes like my flows ayy ayy ayy
Always keep my rocket in my fucking pocket
That bitch is always ugly on Tuesday
But I'mma still fuck that bitch on a doomsday
Ayy, ayy, that's a money talk
Ayy, ayy, that's an ugly walk
Ouuu, got the chain to my waist
Ouuu, got your mans to my face
[Chorus: Lil Egorr]
Bitch I pull up with a .44
50 bands that's a money show
My bad bitch she be chasing
Nascar, yeah bitch I be racing
Race, race, Nascar bitch
Race, race, get popped bitch
Race, race, Nascar bitch
Race, race, get popped bitch
[Verse 3: bogwandyy]
Race race, I got hoes on my dick (Dick)
No woes, we livin lit (Lit)
All hoes I'm on her clit, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
I got bands on my waist, I got shooters in your face
We got shootas in L.A., yeah
That's murder, that's Bobby bitch (Bit)
We fuckin' like we Roddy Ricch (Writ, meh)
We ballin' shit, no we don't snitch
Tekashi got the money, (Money money)
Yeah we really rich (Ah yeah)
We really rich
Fetty Wap he got that good WAP (1738)
You know that my shit 'bout to drop
Keep pounding mans, I won't stop (Yeah baby)
A block of cheese while I walk
Like Walka Flocka Flame (Yeah)
You's is hella lame (Yeah)
All these kids is not the same (Same)
Ketamine straight to the brain (Jobby!)
Imma be in the hall of fame (Ah!)
These hoes gonna know my name (Name)
They gon' be wearin' my gold chain fuckin' with a diamond ring
I'm fly and I be lookin' at the sky (Yeah)
Stayin' close if we really tryna die (High)
Up top, I'm a cloud nine high (Yeah)
I'm only fuckin' with the guys (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm only fuckin' with the guys (Yeah)
[Verse 4: Matoosh]
Moncler, walk in designer
Ayy, my girl will always be finer
Ayy, don't give me no attitude
I'm not what you think, dude
You're about to get screwed
Girl, you like a barbecue, ayy
Drip so hard, I look like water
New birkin is what I bought her
Now we're not the same
You are fuckin' lame
You look like Eisenhower
You don't have much power, ayy
Maybe 'cause you're almost dead, standing there with no head
Shut the fuck up cow, Giovanni sends regards, ciao
[Chorus: Lil Egorr]
Bitch I pull up with a .44
50 bands that's a money show
My bad bitch she be chasing
Nascar, yeah bitch I be racing
Race, race, Nascar bitch
Race, race, get popped bitch
Race, race, Nascar bitch
Race, race, get popped bitch
[Verse 5: MC Vito & The Notorious B.I.G.]
I'm racin' to finish, I'm making the records like Guinness
No fakin' the image I'm takin the chips and I'm raking 'em in
If I'm aching for wins then my pain is a given
Ayy, and I've been changing the rhythm
Ayy, sayin' I'm lame and you tripping
Ayy, say I'm insane when I'm spittin'
Ayy, you must be mistaken, I'm chillin
I'm still in the vibe, I'm missing the tribe like I'm checking the rhyme
And I'm wearing my watch the wrong way, it's like I been messing with time
But never you mind, if I'm flexing the lines that I'm penning it's fine
Just step to the side, and let me enter the centre, I'm fresh on the mic
It's never been quite the same, when I get off you only remember it's hype
The memory's nice, but damn, it doesn't measure to gettin' it live
Like Jekyll and Hyde, I'm going insane, but I'm still picking the winners
The x's and y's, all in my brain, I seem to be missing the digits
I'm fixing the fridge with my flows, I'm hitting the limit of cold
It's absolute zero when I'm in the mode, so listen for hits when I'm spittin' with soul
I'm itchin' for winning, no silver, just gold
So give me a minute to sit on the throne
A picture, a vision of where I'll be going
A victim of skill, when I'm rippin' the poem
Now pick up the phone, I'm ringing the tone like
"Who the fuck is this?"
I'm for the paper like it's Dunder-Mifflin, pacing like it's something
Missing making me a young tradition, wait and see the funds I bring in
Basically, I'm eight MC's, you facing me, you done you finished
Ayy, I got no time for the beefin'
Ayy, when I be rhyming it's vegan
Ayy, I'm being fly for no reason
Ayy, sendin' the vibes, hope you see 'em
Ayy, no need to try I'm just reachin' the higher peak listen when I be speaking
Ayy, what I provide yo, it's freezing
Ayy, telling you bye like I'm leaving
[Chorus: Lil Egorr]
Bitch I pull up with a .44
50 bands that's a money show
My bad bitch she be chasing
Nascar, yeah bitch I be racing
Race, race, Nascar bitch
Race, race, get popped bitch
Race, race, Nascar bitch
Race, race, get popped bitch