Da Money Chicken P & Baby Money

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[Intro]
(Thanks for the gift, E)
Huh, uh, ayy, huh, ayy, huh
[Verse 1: Chicken P]
Thumb through a hundred thousand in a pair of Forces
I'll settle for the Tris if I can't get the Morton, huh
Books rubbin' 'gainst the fender like a pair of Forgis, huh
I'm with ten freaky bitches, finna have an orgy, huh
Boy, you play, you gettin' a belt, I'm like Randy Orton with it
Let me show you how to uh, make sure you recordin' this
[Verse 2: Baby Money]
Penny pinchin' off that cash, boy, you niggas poor as shit
Let's see if niggas passed math, I make ten from four to six
He in the desert with the bag, tell him send the coordinates
He can't post on Instagram, they might end up deportin' him
Uh, uh, this shit hеavy, boy, we more than rich
I got a wife, but I put Louis on anothеr bitch
I'm tired of ice, but that's that shit that got my brother rich
[Verse 3: Chicken P]
I'm just like Melvin when it come to guns and butter, bitch
'Fit was seventy-five hundred, I'm Louis'd to the floor, though
I got VVS, fashion on my neck, bitch, like a photo, huh
Put that paper on a nigga head like a GoPro
Me and Los goin' boat for boat, nigga, blow for blow