[Intro: Tay B & Baby Money]

(Coach me, Joey)

Yeah

(CardoGotWingz)

All facts, lil' nigga, huh

Easy money (Joey)

Look, ayy

[Verse 1: Tay B]

Yeah, met the bitch tonight, I can hit tonight

So many blues, got me feelin' like a Crip tonight

Used to be grade twenties, yeah, that's kryptonite

You in the club with no ice tryna pick a fight

We in that bitch throwing ones like it's wedding rice

Send yo bitch overnight, better pick a flight

[Verse 2: Baby Money]

Ayy, ayy, Tay, let me get the Benz, switch whips tonight

Red bottoms on the beach, we just livin' life

Rose gold or white gold, I can switch the ice

Glock 23 on me, I'm shootin' like Mike

[Verse 3: Tay B]

Yeah, huh, I'm off an eight, I'm feelin' like Kobe

Yeah, dub in my pocket, feelin' like Ginóbili

Other pocket, 'nother dub like this shit cloning

Yeah, work good, got the fiends foamin'

[Verse 4: Baby Money]

Yeah, ayy, you got that work? Lil' nigga, show me

Skinny AP, it look like a Rollie

Twenty 'bows from AZ, I feel like an OG

Been in the club since thirteen, all the homies know me

[Verse 5: Tay B]

Yeah, man, slim thick bitch, ass still pokin'

Yeah, lil' yellow bitch lookin' like a trophy

Talkin' 'bout me to her friends like this bitch know me

Won't comprehend if it ain't bands, nigga, don't approach me

If you ain't come up with me, nigga, don't bro me

[Verse 6: Baby Money]

The bag gone, lil' nigga, the plug owe me

Whew, this double-R gave me the holy ghost

Got addicted to designer, damn near overdosed

Ridin' 'round with Dracos like we OVO

Fell in love with pesos, we got more to go

[Verse 7: Tay B]

Yeah, fell in love with blues like I'm JAY-Z

Huh, I don't step out if they don't pay me

When I'm talkin' 'bout that Benz, it's a 63

When they talkin' 'bout G.O.A.T.s, they gon' mention me

Yeah, suck my dick while I sip this three

Huh, lil' nigga, your 'fit my tee

Yeah, it's some real niggas that don't play 'bout me

When I was thirteen, I fucked a bitch on C'est La Vie

[Verse 8: Baby Money]

Ayy, I paid thirteen in Saint Laurent, it's not Y-3

Know some niggas ride with four-fours that die 'bout me

I know some niggas play with coco, they not Ice-T

Bro, stop steppin' on that work like that

[Verse 9: Tay B]

Huh, you know I do it right, I seen a lot of fiends OD

You know the feds, they'll charge you with each body

We hit the store, made ten off each ID

I ain't never thought we would be countin' this much money

[Verse 10: Baby Money]

Ayy, I wipe my ass with the twenties, bitch, I piss hundreds

Told that bitch kiss my dick, I don't kiss runners

Amiri scarf around my head cost me six hundred

Know a nigga can't stand it when his bitch fuckin'

[Outro: Baby Money & Tay B]

Ayy, them niggas talk work

We got work, lost work, we bought work

Huh, before I walked, I had to crawl first

Yeah, get y'all all murked

Huh, all facts, lil' nigga

Easy money