Yo Momma House Ralfy the Plug & 1TakeJay

[Intro: Ralfy the Plug]
You know the truth
(Gentle Beatz)
Huh

[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
We was juggin', we was scammin', uppin' bankrolls
Neiman Marcus know my face from runnin' game on 'em
I had Rollies, I had Cartis, I wanted Jacob Co
Niggas act like Big Meech but they bankroll low
I was up early mornin' bleedin' K1 [?]
He was singin' to the peoples like Trey Songz
Yachtmaster, Rolex the type of time I'm on
Nyjah Huston, X Games type of grind I'm on

[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
Walk in the booth sometimes and just find my flow
I heard your bitch a real eater, nevermind that, though
It's another Insta' caption every time I flow
Every time it's time for rent, he gotta pawn his gold
He ain't even got half the rent in his mama home
He can't even invite no bitches 'cause his mama home
I told the bitch, "Ain't got no money, don't call my phone"
Spanish bitch dropped off the bag and told her, "Vamanos"

[Verse 2: 1TakeJay]
I'm ballin', made it a habit
I get green, but don't eat cabbage
Swagger jacket, made you average
Spend like too much on my fashion
I'm not drippin', 'cause I'm splashin' (Splash)
Your bitch pulled up hype, tryna check my temperature, but she panicked (I'm him)
Like a DM, you said she was faithful, she just vanished (She gone)
It ain't no talkin', no habla ingles, I'm tossin' salad (Bye)
Everywhere I'm valid
Jackie Chan, you show up actin'
They should've called you a California King, you soft as a mattress
Can't run it up like you just fastin' (Wait, hol' up)