Money Different Tay B (Ft. Peezy)

[Intro: Tay B]
(Flexin')
Yeah

[Verse 1: Tay B]
All this ice damn near a mil', had this shit before the deal
I know a lot of rappers say that, but I mean that shit for real
Yeah
Reach for my shit, you'll get killed
I coach the team, we gon' win, I'm like Phil
We ain't at no fuckin' football practice when we drill
I been fuckin' all these niggas' hoes, I gotta chill
Yeah, sixty thousand on this rose gold, I got the chills
When I'm in LA, you probably found me in the hills
I be tucked off in Bel-Air, I feel like Will
I'm a young nigga touchin' figures like I'm Hil'

[Verse 2: Peezy]
I got the juice now, they call me Steel
Pull up in that Rolls and take your ho, no, I don't steal
If I tell him fuck him, then I mean that shit for real
I was sellin' work before you had a deal, let's make a deal
You cash me out for five, you'll get ten, huh
If me and Lou together, that's two M's
I don't need no practice, tell the coach just put me in
Sit your jealous ass on the sideline and watch us win
Quarter million worth of jewelry on me in Korea
Make a quarter million, put it up, do it again
You ain't got no money, bein' broke should be a sin
To be a pussy-ass nigga, no, I don't know how that feel
Made it out the hood and I came back and got my niggas
You don't know the half about this shit, get out my business
Man, I had to get inside my bag and out my feelings
Just might be the realest, richest nigga in my city
Presi' anniversary on my wrist, it ain't that many
Thirty-five hundred for a pint of Wock', I don't drink Henny
I'm at Fleming's with my nigga at the bar, I don't eat Wendy's
Ghetto Boyz ENT, yeah we the champions of the trenches