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World Touring..Still Pouring
DaeMoney
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It's raw when you need cash only
Sippin' good, smokin' good, nigga
I just had to get that
You know
Yeah, world tour money
I'm ridin' low, car fast, but it's drivin' slow
Gettin' money, play the rules, you know how it go
I'm young as hell, but been through it, all the highs and lows
I've seen my main homies fall off like dominos
Money call, then I'm quick, shit, I gotta go
New seats and Dior kicks, these ain't Prada Loafะตs
I'm iced up, Presi' on like Obama homes
I know some niggas still trappin' off Obama phones
I gะตt it in for real, I ain't count at all
She like real niggas, I'm the kind she chose
I'm good in the clutch, they think Chauncey on
Let a nigga try Slat, then they pouncin' on me
Bitch, I'm world tour, I done been a lot of places
Eighteen, comin' back home, countin' up them faces
I knew I was that nigga sleepin' in my granny basement
I'm sippin' purple, fell in love with that Fanta flavor
They thought I couldn't do it, I done blew past the haters
I get it on my own, I done got past the favors
Forty-two for the hoes, I don't get them chasers
I'm like Chip Skylark, I just let them chase me
I had hard times, I ain't never let 'em break me
I put a Perc' in your ho, now I'm finna break her
Philly cheese in my pocket, I ain't talkin' Waiters
I'm Slatte Money, nigga, you know I'll never date her
World tourin', still pourin', nigga
I don't ride dick, actually, I be ridin' foreign
Messy ass bitch, sloppy top, keepin' neat chores
Hopped out, runnin' from them boys, I feel like Jordan
I ain't takin' no advice from no nigga I won't trade places with
Let 'em tell it, man, everybody pits
On the 'Gram, man, everybody rich
Fly nigga, keep a stick with me, Harry Potter shit
He don't sneak diss, don't acknowledge shit
Catch his ass in real life, what the problem is?
Steppin', I feel like them college kids
Shorty left a puddle on the bed
Huh, Baby got a waterpark, I'ma dive
Cuz trouble, all he talk is homicide
Quit with all that talkin', you gon' kill the vibe
Say she wanna fuck, gang up, threw the lob, put her off the backboard
First advance I got, I ain't have to rap for it
Always on me, I hope you got yours
Every day I spit facts, no hat, boy
I got LV patches on my hat, boy
Forty-five hundred for my neighbor's lil' black boy
They keep on askin' questions, what a nigga do?
Make somethin' out of nothin', boy, I'm livin' proof
I got some bitches on me, I can make 'em poof
Disappear
That exhaust pipe, bah, when you hit the gear
I get brown paper bag money, fuck a beer
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