8 Cuban Links (Remix) MoneyMadeRain (Ft. OTM)

[Intro]
(Viper)

[Chorus: MoneyMadeRain]
Eight cold Cuban links, nigga, give 'em up
For fam the four, that's a quick lil' millie buff
He couldn't hoop, MoneyMade, he had no jumper
Big bumpers, hit a Homer nigga with a big donut
I just cashed out fifty for a dice game
Balmains, cross a nigga thinkin' he LeBron James
Star player, my pinky ring knockin' just like raw Frazier
No patience, show stager, no brainer
Get him hung up like a coat hanger

[Verse 1: MoneyMadeRain]
If bro'll pop out through the party, then he's in danger
Rain with a milli man, watch him just go see angels
Big forty-four a nigga try to wrestle Kurt Angel
Big .40 bussin' out the Benz for a Tow Mater
Glock dirty, you was bop burnin', somethin' like Steph Curry
Niggas always dissin' on the team, but your net workin'
Bad bitch in my crib, dicked her down so she kept squirtin'
Tried to count me out, but I keep splurgin', keep searchin', keep lurkin'
Drop another opp, baby, return it
I could fuck a bitch one more time, I don't need Jergins
Cross street opps out, yeah, Kyrie Irving
Forty flat hit you in your back, eagle knee surgeon
You's a bitch, you already know
Don't pull up to my crib, you not bringin' in no dough
Got a bitch in Kansas, nickname her Mahomes
Top rank joint, yeah, get it through your dome