Know Ya Type Money Man

[Chorus]
I can't fuck with you, I know your type, I know you slime
Yeah, I'm ridin' with the gang wrong or right, yeah, every time
We gon' take these bags to different states, who volunteerin' to drive?
This shit for the brave-hearted, if you scary, you can't ride
Broke nigga ain't got no gas money tryin' to bum a ride
Swipin' with some shades and some fake dreads, I improvise
They don't wanna see me win, they sit back and they criticize
This is real ZaZa, with the bags, I charge 'em thirty-five

[Verse]
Pussy nigga don't know his strains, I'ma tax him every time
He don't bust the seal no more, he know it's quality every time
She can't wait for me to get home, we fuck for hours every time
If it's smoke, you know it's up there, I ain't tryna reconcile
I ain't tryna go back to poverty, I ain't tryna relate to you
I ain't got no time to kick it, I got better shit to do
I ain't trickin' on no bitch, I got kids who gotta eat
And Versace on my feet, Chain Reaction, black and white
I be swipin' day and night, I be servin' day and night
Trap shit in my DNA, I can't help but catch a play
Trap shit in my DNA, I can't help but serve a J
I buy nothin' but fast cars to make sure I get away
Niggas takin' space up in the trap, I swear they in the way
I keep nothin' but shooters with me, I should join the NBA
Catchin' plays in Dior B22's, that orange and gray
I got Band-Aids on my mind, so I'm worrying every day, hey