Soda - DJ Scheme, YBN Cordae, Ski Mask The Slump God

D-D-Daytrip took it to ten

Hold on, uh

I got a duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I don’t plan to spend it

I seen this music game wasn’t on shit, had to put my hand up in it

I know certain niggas that’s for certain killas, but shit, handle business

I like my bitches bad with a fat ass, be damned if I ain’t hittin'

I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewelry, niggas couldn’t ever leave the

crib

I said, «Fuck this shit, let’s head to the mall

'Cause we young, huh, gotta live»

I know nigga growin' up prematurely but fuck it nigga, I ain’t worried

Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen

Just to prove to niggas I ain’t scurry

And by any means that’s necessary

Designer jeans, my hereditary

I fucked that ho like mid-May, just to have a baby by February

Like oh man, crazy as hell

This job only pay me a lil'

Wonder how a Mercedes’ll feel?

Daydreamin' ain’t payin' a bill

Uh, watch how I fuck it up, get back

All these other niggas straight big cap, uh, uh, uh

Lambo truck straight pitch black

Shoppin' at Saks on Fifth, fact, uh, uh, uh

My unborn daughter got a rich dad

First car gonna be a Hellcat, uh, uh, uh

Good gas, boy, we smell that

Shoes same cost as Chanel bag, uh, uh, uh

I got a duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I don’t plan to spend it

I seen this music game wasn’t on shit, had to put my hand up in it

I know certain niggas that’s for certain killas, but shit, handle business

I like my bitches bad with a fat ass, be damned if I ain’t hittin'

I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewelry, niggas couldn’t ever leave the

crib (What'd you say? What’d you say Cordae?)

I said, «Fuck this shit, let’s head to the mall

'Cause we young, huh, gotta live» (Okay)

I know nigga growin' up prematurely but fuck it nigga, I ain’t worried

Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen

Just to prove to niggas I ain’t scurry (Ayy, ayy, ayy, water)

Don’t even gotta finish my sentence, they feelin' my presence

Like a navy but your closed eyelids

Feelin' like a menace to Society, I’m Dennis The Menace without sobriety

Hold my beer (Oh my), ayy, listen here

To make that kind of money, you gon' need to wish upon a fairy godmother tear

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, it’s tear)

I ain’t talkin' Rudolph, I’m makin' it rain, dear

Soundin' like I’m Naruto, talkin' about Pain here, uh, uh, uh

She jackin' my beanstalk, get that?

Golden goose, had to get your bitch back, uh, uh, uh

You niggas need to go and get your drip back

Mismatch, need the milk, Similac, uh, uh, uh

Probably took a catnap and still in my peripheral (Whoo!)

Keepin' it with the nat-nat, uh, uh, uh

I’ma ace this blackjack, schoolin' 'em

And how to handle the rock like I’m Jack Black, uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh (Get it), hot as Grand Crayon, sand scorpion critter

Radioactive, I broke the emitter

You bitter, I get like I’m paid, babysitter (You bitter)

Uh, uh, uh, uh, flow sharper than any arrow in Robin Hood quiver

Shit on the pussy, shovel over the kitty litter

Stay with the stick and the misfit, I’m Master Splinter

I got a duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I don’t plan to spend it

I seen this music game wasn’t on shit, had to put my hand up in it

I know certain niggas that’s for certain killas, but shit, handle business

I like my bitches bad with a fat ass, be damned if I ain’t hittin' it

I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewelry, niggas couldn’t ever leave the

crib

I said, «Fuck this shit, let’s head to the mall

'Cause we young, huh, gotta live»

I know nigga growin' up prematurely but fuck it nigga, I ain’t worried

Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen

Just to prove to niggas I ain’t scurry